out of Context;
‘through this emotional vessel as the night drags day out of its cold cocoon to reignite in the mourning ritual as the phoenix rising from the ashes whether bird of prey or sent flying as the withering egg finally leaves nothing but rich growth in the flaming wake, and society made of stone and steel remains as a skeletal wasteland to turn into tomb transformed into a womb for the rest of the world and its next denizens crawling inside the space betwixt as the swirling orbit comes to rest bounded at all ends by the gods’ suture which fails to mend…’
out of Context;
‘a caustic vibration as stating clearly that it does not want us as friends or enemies though certainly that is what we will become when the polite mask comes loose revealing the beast beneath, as it is armored against the petty as it might seem to be that there a coward’s heart beating is deep inside like an inner child screaming mad at being held captive in this soul as it grows and calcifies claustrophobic until decay, and this freedom breaks the mold a shell wide open to let move the inner universe…’
out of Context;
‘the vast depths… is it safe?… not really… it never was even if you believe in all those myths because that machine is just as obsolete any more as the rust of the previous generations collapse and bury themselves like heads in the sand, and cringing cowardly as if appearing to yield, as though to allow the birth of a new strain of old worlds on mutant earth inhabited by actual hybrid creatures of worth beyond functional weight that requires to be served and protected like the swine whose self-assured fate rests upon the plate…’
out of Context;
‘there are always going to be many battles and confrontations that appreciate a focused attention for the gaining involvement to evolve as social reconstruction urgency in a system of varying agencies in place to solve the woes we face each day, but that is what we are told all along in the trailing lines that lay the tracks to eventually facing the pain as the train of thought hits us square in the ways that make us think… the stink of what we really are bleeds through the thinnest of membranes to this world as a deep gratitude is more difficult to maintain than a sour attitude…’
out of Context;
‘a mistaken misinformation as the doctrine reaches to teach us through the lessons of peril and doom, to be subsumed in an ocean of lies and hate and faith in a system born broken to the chagrin of a majority of those who need to surf this sea of wasted fates and wisdom wiled away into nothing… the swampy bowels of this syndrome amount to symptoms of the brutalist state whose objective is to create a constant fast stream of mayhem on command, whenever this diseased state wishes to claim another land or another man for the fate of war and trade in place of a real command…’
out of Context;
‘as if this could excuse the behavior that throttles the human spirit with other spirits that do not tread so wisely as the human remains vessel for the other mutinous dogs on this ship of fools we are timidly traveling within, intoxicated with desire and need and want as we bleed for truth in this culture searching for an ideal monotrauma as though in some single violent awake synchronicity as the act which will somehow speed us toward a unified enlightening of thought or body or control of the soulless commodity passed out like candy…’
‘sitting in this vessel wondering what autonomy we could truly deserve as sub-space culture of demon worms pouring out of the thick bloated colon of past-prime demagogue… i don’t need all this heavy trash like recycled metal weighing down my strained bravery that defies law, tricks of the abyss in a tender kiss that miss the point completely as far as understanding what one can truly embrace…’
out of Context;
‘situation, and a result witnessed once the final decisions come to impart certainty that looks like wisdom and law to the collective of the species to share and utter amongst themselves as they work to challenge personally what the collective has come to assume as experienced second-hand which breaks direct communication to further analyze details indirectly applied to one’s own condition in the day-to-day confrontation with societal obligation and rituals to subdue the human energy into labor and production for the hierarchical order that has been grinding down real civilization down to its stumps while practicing to fool a world population into believing in debt crisis to distract away from the actual perils…’
out of Context;
‘disguised to be the “normal” childhood for an American boy in the modern decade of the Eighties, when the corporate corruption within this governing system reached a new and despicable high in mass mind control as the consumerist plague wiped out most of the decency left from prior ages leaving fear and paranoia as replacement in the wake as this side of humanity starting to drift… this idiot whose works you are reading now…’
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‘the vines writhe alive weaving the pattern together an unknown growing from a root of dark potential learning something for itself, a wisdom subtle and lurking like the lady of the lake to present the weapon of truth to the right person who will charge through lessons and make an example for the rest of us, but we each have some variation of agonist/ alienist heroics deep within us timed to be patient with the action though it would appear to ooze slowly as the lazy avaricious desire of the population so thoroughly comforted and sheltered with no role specific until we discover it on personal questing to reveal the self as it appears to each of us… we were conceived with an eye toward the ideal of the population becoming enraptured with its convenience culture jam…’