out of Context – ‘…that sustains us we all become such easy prey in an oversaturated world surging forward unrestrained animals acting in a jagged unison with variable aspects of the hive mind need to protect the royal jelly understood from observing other animals though curious what in the human hive mind equates guessing what captivates willingly our attention Here contradicts ideas conceiving of constructive reality, addicted to contrary behaviors aware of the outcome when we are wrong through hidden mondegreens appear everything like small faces peering out into reality as we observe it leaving pockmarks of the brave souls who choose to light the giant lantern our heads equivalent as we continue charging through streets thoroughly wasted and escaping if temporarily from those lurking real horror shit show side projects trials and tribulations connected collectively called life…’
‘…social choking hazards in health conditions where the fear and dread become frayed ends of sanity unable to thoroughly heal as psychic wounds aren’t physical but can manifest in many other ways such as killing off living pieces in order to conform or die as punishment for doing things incorrect wrongly swayed Here as stains upon your record compiled for use in reinforcing what can happen, listened to for the first time one might not catch all the details we are supposed to remember against whatever else coercing us to recollect what was the reason for our deployment as this physical manifestation infesting the larger picture with misconstrued views in our back pockets guiding us by the seat of our pants as relentless restless occupants conquering boredom through a violent lens dismantling our functional reasoning…’ – out of Context
‘…deferring the moments as they spin spin sugar and gossamer around concepts humans can barely grasp at all let alone imagine with any kind of synchronicity that remains a relevant type of subversive display holding reins left powering any of those currently that become wave form weaker still cannot collapse function the same way without renewed energies casting in their lots with the mindless murderers at large who in some way are serving the vanity that only makes us think we’re better than those we never know, so slow in figuring out remedies for what systemic resets are required to re-calibrate whatever trials and troubling tribal-atrophying effects of this major mojo voodoo fascism hastens with each step…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…feelings of kind people the type of which we all hold dear because their compassion lights up the world as filled with a bleaker hate than what seems possible as though turning all those mean spirits back in upon all of us together digesting the myths and legends as differing archetypal versions play hero’s journey for themselves to find fortune sometimes even if that might mean disaster when we may not have to live through to the conclusion everyone else experiences Here… cannot help the urgency felt while each breath escapes me to witness perhaps the acceptance…’
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‘aspect to the greater Mystery holding us still in this life where communication is as vital as sustenance required through the food and water and other liberating libations that fortify the cellular membranes of integrity residing in an organism whose real goals must adapt to a practical conditioning in order to survive the modern world, but the creative lust is a passionate passage to the life more abundant which allows for us to make that personal exit from human fragility exploited by the arsenal of a Mankind’s gimmicks and distractions most of them used by those gathered together to thwart the constructive forward motion we have been tricked into thinking we still follow while luring us away from credible ideals to drown further in the cesspit of ignorance…’
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‘a series of vivid selfish exposures to the oxidizing system that forces trauma upon a people that it creates much as i have come to see bugs are a force of nature though one that always dramatically changes, in human as a nature has been exalted to a category superior to other animals even though tending to be these basest of constructs compared to these other types of creatures can lichen us to the animals as the main predator in whose violent primal self is one raging hormone away from attacking any others for dominance in the kingdom even when subtle repercussions can deaden the senses used to adapt us and woe be to those…’
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‘on demand under a natural management, but we exploit and expand using the edges to mimic and mock this mystical production on command to be controlled existence called ‘Mankind’ as the new religious icon as holy and dazed as much deified and razed up as savior to humanity’s ways curious and cruel at this same time… no shaving emptiness off of these lies as they dance across the eyes and ears to settle the arguments and their people in the seats of power they have become used to as ineffectual demons sunk into the hellish oblivion we are made to live through…’
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‘traces unto the dirt, the gravest of most serious matters dealt as death blow to these reserved and ignorant chapels built from the stoned and devalued inert pieces of a dreaming rarity devoid as this reality recycling the clinging bits of restless data from some gripe site retreat into the digital ablyssal bathysphere of space and time left loose to jerk a reaction out of the reeling memories of noumanity’s romantic attachment to resistance… vile trohl for all seasons whose very presence is an inflamed nerve twitching out of time to the rest of this clockwork sequence…’
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‘bleak banality shining as artificial light down upon the face to be identified in your place, police state takes the names right where you stand to be blamed for the crimes you didn’t commit while the faith of the public starts to sway against your favor as creeps crawl out from a woodwork to congratulate you on a dirty deed well-done even in the face of real innocence to convince of these things they say, but you always are the one with the option of the ‘give-in’ where you surrender and purely trust the cosmic whim to assert the truth of the matter whether odds stack against you or not by official decree…’
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‘where the only access refrigerator is always locked closed with the cabinets and cupboards nailed shut as the room begins filling with gas from the stove left on high, but no one is getting anywhere in making a wistful final countdown admonishing a god any god that might listen to random pleas sent skyward as the reversal of fortunes makes the heavens fall to earth in impending doom raining blood upon the scourge of humanity killing itself… i am passed out yet again, my friends…’