‘…nothing makes any sense except feeling substantial malign sources are out to throttle you with vengeance unattached from relatable perceptions interpreting many things differently unleashed upon anyone whose rules and personal boundaries disagree by avenging as right to bully whatever everyone may have in common never acknowledging these facts and raising tensions though one never knows until one decides to test those boundaries and barriers by not admitting to having them until now, all having our flaws in relating to ourselves and others through ways in separately derived incidents though requiring consent to reform or repent our emotions becoming reactionary involved in apologies banal platitudes or proving that oneself is right in those narcissistic acts of superiority used counteracting valid arguments of another in an empty pursuit of personal validation…’ – out of Context
‘…solace while Here complexities growing complicated as connections become stagnant debris fallen by the wayside reinterpreted having dire consequence to the people in question focused on forward momentum searching to urgently release through routine and ritual attaining personal experience with peculiar catharsis between differing discrepancies because subtle interplay quickly departs becoming tensions unsettled, humans induce chaos through explosive mayhem and messy antics in general loosing frenetic forms of mob mentality as people try looking for answers leading some of us to settle for whatever guidelines are available even if the ideology is jarring and disturbs in the conversion process that takes place Here caustic vibrations radioactive yet silent at the same time camouflaged by white noise sharing frequencies though not necessarily bandwidth and wavelength…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…a spiritual trap engineered by fiends from the end of the story thinking through the void that they can manipulate this reality by tapping into ego weakness to strengthen their forces behind us while attaching with the persuading threats cannon fodder martyrdom to all creatures as we act out these predetermined roles that sacrifice is noble in bleak melodramatic dioramas of trauma lessons that never seem to lessen the damage done even once the dark catalyst is gone transmogrified into a different form that can easily be surmised to leave a shadow or stain on one’s soul inspiring the worst echoes from any psychic wound that refuses to heal…’
out of Context – ‘…into a new stellar form beyond these dimensional limitations, words are used as a synthesis between hearty gravel of a physical world with that of a conscious mind where ideas are shaped and fomented into artifact once creation has begun to weave together constituent parts and particles into a new whole yet to be exploited by the human cadavers who resemble doctors and scientists still biased enough to resist a collective progress forward for the minutes they last to command power from nature and the cosmos unknown… servile versions of humanity thanks to an abuse of scientific methods early on in this societal history practicing many different ideologies before trying to be corrected by unifying works of more remarkably compassionate effort made facts…’
out of Context;
‘to beg a difference for wants of acceptance… distorted portions floating along as sewer debris of the modern world made mighty by the stakes of Mankind stained over time by the likes of human despotism taken to new heights by the establishment whose Man-age meant nothing really except cold and rotten woe pulled out of the poor and destitute masses yearning to be there feeling freedom more than analyzing those things as they reach their mature conclusions, whether that be within time or space or persons unknown throughout the fleeting moments of deliberation as this disorder rages just beyond the easy threshold of our doorways leading to the out there where nothing is as it seems to be put together this visceral puzzling system to which we give our everything…’
out of Context;
‘smaller bodies bumping and dried into clumps as though like routine debris left after a number of procedures has been endured leaving spent fluids all over the place as the toxic spill patterns trying to find a way to be shed without ever dying away as concepts have an immaterial immortality all their own barely relying on the human germs to carry them further through layers of gluttony in obese release of fats and fevered flatulence that contort the guts under pressure opened up by those severed severely vain… so obsessed but not seeing the answer directly in front of us as sugar and diet remedies selectively kill a segment of the populace to control and devalue another portion somewhere else…’
out of Context;
‘to dance or not to dance, that is the dilemma, but there is nothing to reason that can ever be construed of as good if there is not a dance or particular rhythm to things in some way shape or form that cannot be automatic to understand as these powerful spirits involved twist along humanity’s potential world soul to wring out destiny as it were… packed into tiny little venues to rage or get laid or whatever the mode of acquisition used to abuse that which is a given related to all the parts of this system that baits us and our decisions…’
out of Context;
‘way past truly skeptical truths that smother their worth… the game is restriction of senses and information that would allow a realized momentum of escape from this corrupted civilized structure that must include possession of a strong sense of self for too many of us, the passive doormat collection that serves as an international justice league just recently starts to bottom out from the silent economic terror that has been perpetrated by this deranged factionalization of society’s muscle without certain constraint that requires some form of necessary understanding before making actions in the steady slithering stream that flows from the constraints of the smaller pond or pool of “water” in its horizontal journey to the larger body…’
out of Context;
‘the pneumatic person steps away from the matter-bound being most would assume was a corpse, like the ghost moving beyond the demon or some other various angle of self, or like the spiritual human becoming effective in the wake of the doomed lineage… the material is not the only thing there has to be…’
5:39 pm…the acoustic guitar is being replaced from my hands into the next good citizen, and so that means that while I do have it in my possession, I must write the tracks to push my skills into new vistas of imagination and understanding the world around me…last night began the compiling and writing process for spare tracks, recorded seven total, and realized decent combinations of each of them in turn…used a slide for the two tracks, and happened to distort the last two tracks even though only one is marked as ‘distort’…no plans to write tonight, but I do have the opportunity to change my mind on that one particular detail, I need to use my time wisely…10:12 pm…guitar (acoustic) returned safely to rightful owner…a few tracks recorded, and now I need to go through them to weed …