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…’
out of Context;
‘the appropriate victim to fall into the trap when the hazy line blurs between that which can be true and which is objective absolute truth… you pull me down with your insecurities, i witness you struggle, but you can turn an oblivious eye toward what you desire settling for what is there instead…’
out of Context;
‘more than just purely the impulse of imagination, as it is the intricate and complex webbing of a layered acceptance of all those winding routes of knowledge and manifest experience to be intertwined as the “ultraquiot” accepts both life and death through the filter of reality… perceptual reality or “un-reality”, perhaps the word ‘Maya’ as interpreted into a whole culture called ‘Mayans’, but instead of prior ancient peoples we will refer to our ‘Mayans’ Here as the materialists enthralled by their materialism in play as masses obey to their sway… so let the great shit talking begin, i am a walking conscious disease as perhaps previous posts have stated or implied in all too many vague ways…’
out of Context;
‘the victim gets better, if this were a spiritual toxin flowing through the system would it be so easily eradicated just by sucking on the right hole afflicting whatever the human thinks as truth getting deeply embedded in those personal neural networks that carry the signal far from the conscious struggle known nowadays as ‘reality’… a holographic trace that can link and store within this saturated brain of flesh and fluid locked inside our heads whatever we think bound with feeling and qualities of depth which are not so easily raced back to their sources, the tangents that drift between moment and memory…’
“It is good taste, and good taste alone, that possesses the power to sterilize and is always the first handicap to any creative functioning.”
~ Salvador Dali; spanish Surrealist painter and visual artist.
out of Context;
‘somewhere there is a light that calls from the heavens… it seems that the devourers we are seem to enjoy the taste of other conscious entities, remarking upon the flavor as we saute them into subordination, and become fat and delirious as we engorge ourselves on their flesh… a savory feast on the minds of other species… mad, lusty, greedy hordes come through the gates upon arrival in a new land, and settle upon the exploitation of potential insight for that possibility for a plunderable wealth… to squat a conquest out of the fecal remains of the days as the go by, the glass globe surrounding our dimensions occasionally lets out a toxic snow as the seasons move again, and the years build into decades as the zombies wreak havoc upon the surface of the earth….’