out of Context;
‘the map out of this complex phase has been built by hands that weave the differing truths complimenting stark contrast against the unforgiving masses engorged on the wars and blood of their brethren as we starve to make a home out of survival… a revival of the passionate pleas crying for satisfaction from the rogue lovers whose goals are only to achieve an idea of status as quoted in this day and age of sovereign debt and high dark arts of manipulation made manifest…’
out of Context;
‘choking on the seeds of the eras left behind by those cruel and unusual pushed around for the sake of keeping the winning argument forced upon the majority… a synthesis of all these factors and more is what we call ‘soul’, sleeping like a ghost as it trots through progress upon a high horse like a trojan decoy made to look and feel like the way it is supposed to be subtly shaping our thoughts in ways inconceivable to those not there to witness…’
out of Context;
‘subtly haunting the bodies committing themselves to this nonsense as ever in motion… striving to hide the hive mind behind occulted rituals and subtle stinging words used to manipulate the population into subconscious fear games that push us all to compete in the great hunt as predator or prey, and as some of the more deluded prepare themselves to die in the struggle alone as wild beasts…’
“Every daring attempt to make a great change in existing conditions, every lofty vision of new possibilities for the human race, has been labeled Utopian.”
~Emma Goldman; russian anarchist, activist and author.
out of Context;
‘reckless after money and power in the face of oppression just to be looking right because no one wants to be caught dead and wrong in the same breath while breathing asleep from the heavy things that drop onto our heads everyday like masochist balloons weighing down the end before it ends like a curtain falling over our outlook on a reality that doesn’t believe in opportunity or happiness without suffering… A trick of the dicks who think they run this place to get anywhere you need to be tamed by shit as beginnings come so quickly before the sweet individuation truly occurs to the newly human guinea pig in training on this animal farm experiment where you are the dead to remain exactly where you are, make no move…’
out of Context;
‘understanding greater pieces of the whole culture, we are simply not receptive to those “higher” attitudes capable of defining the stellar substance as it ever expands like catching a moving train as it speeds faster than the hand can seek to be able to grasp firmly… some trains of thought are too overwhelming for a great number of passengers to participate in at any one time, sectors sectioned off until the right timing is met by the cosmic clockwork we have come to participate in though our perception of the real through eyes that fade and decay can be misled by our affection for pain and sorrow…’
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…’
“It’s the most righteous, which of course is not the same thing as the most profitable.”
~Nikolai Gogol; russo-ukranian author and playwright.
out of Context;
‘left with our own devices to keep us in comfort and stable as the assailing erosive nature takes away pieces of the souled out reality we inhabit today like an odd zoo for mechanical animals wandering somewhere deep into the forest, a wilderness of the real time effort drawn through the generations possessed like objective channeling sources of material coming to fruition amidst the atmosphere of hyper-paranoid yet unaware personal relevance, and perhaps it is the valence and vector of this measure that afflicts the distracted whole of humanity castrated by society’s constriction upon the wavelengths shot perpendicular to the frequencies flowing past the mere parallel of this particulate real time endeavor as life calls upon us to act on the energy we were infused with through the after birth scenario desecrating the tomb…’
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…’