out of Context;
‘the system and its members seeking out perceived justices that have nothing to do with the agenda of being human and preserving ourselves against the onslaught of bureaucracy that would choke us to death with amounts of the appropriate paperwork to fill out, and it is that we have blindness for minds as we allow a futile jump to conclusions occuring inside of our heads where worth and value become two separate flavors to idealize among the herd as the pasture grows thick with bodies over time as time comes… the degenerates play their last bets as safely as can be for the careless trying desperately to beat all fatal odds that dispense with the favors, going straight to the dark heart of social engineering and opportunism that trumps all other ideas of the big win…’
~Hakim Bey on the tangibility between consciousness and the real.
out of Context;
‘the full throttle of a weekend good time, but little did the hint of haphazard human fallibility as it would be later known to the ever-inclusive ‘we’ ever shine through to the rational or practical views of what a ‘good time’ really consists of when the drugs are shuffled around among associates as complimentary acquaintances in stressful sequences of give-and-take condensed into those moments you never get back… the night loops back through to me in a memory state feeling heavy in the head barren of any simplicity beyond the momentary that fragments or recoils in horror at the human condition…’
out of Context;
‘that shattering awareness as one grand undoing of reality, but i distrust its perspective to inform me as honestly because this is a very dispensationalist way of viewing things that do not have such absolute certainty as what amount to the entrails of a single life not wasted no matter how much the odd consciousness might lean and talk sick, the actual reality we think we see remains elusive to the analytic sense of sight that gets too often taken for granted to be replaced once the seeing facet has dispelled itself as the creature has reached a point at which that space is filled in by all the other senses available in order to sustain the individual life… a true organic prosthesis that moves independent of its masters…’
out of Context;
‘in the distracting qualities of assessing the situation… the struggle to survive the hustling which keeps this behemoth alive and killing its residents Here, resisting the act of omnipresence endorsed by a society that would prefer to shuttle those who cannot be controlled into their manufactured prisons to harness the energy each prisoner is capable of in their lifespan to generate much like the “horsepower” that works inside of an engine, but imagine it is a social engine that drains this life out of the living to sustain an incredulous and wasteful means of which to exist by affording the most splendid objects possible in order to promote oneself as the superior to all others as a champion or king might relish… each person searching for their own kingdom…’
out of Context;
‘the functional adult is supposed to be able to care for others in the same capacity as caring for the Self implies while living in an existence of perpetual motion within organic machinery as the internal combustion clock reaches out to the edge of empty from this intellectual place Here, transmitting signals into and out from the void as prismatic vacuum recording all as it has occurred in time and space as two layers out of the many densities of reality present as the whole loops in on itself much like the example of the ever-swallowing Ouroboros seen from two dimensions, but reality plays tricks with us as we explore the vast richness from which we are the solid beings derived into this holographic destiny…’
out of Context;
‘the culture we appear within is a casual standard by which we mark and measure our limitations and ability to move freely, contrasting the modernity of Now against previous ideas of what the future was to hold for its people when the right sacrifices were made, but we get trapped in sovereign themes of debt by following their rules of civility and not our own as time wanes between the violent mood swings of governmental and ethical classifications that batter us from one biased side to the next to reinforce the idea of futility embedded into the modern Mankind’s mindset by the now-televised subliminal control with demographic lines as the new statistical boundaries to measure general productivity and subservience to the degree that authority requires to keep us under watch like the human cattle we have become…’
out of Context;
‘the works of others perhaps seeming more alien to our own differences and tastes, but allowing access to the grand Akashic records of thought and feeling and mood and texture that are ever out there awaiting someone to achieve understanding as bliss and blessing among the blind and the comfortable, the ministrations of the elite class are siphoning more and more from what little authority we hold as the WholE sits slack-jaw and waiting for an oblivion to free us from our holding cell as death is a final fatal Mystery to behold…’
out of Context;
‘this tidal debris left remaining Here and much more of that corpse-like feeling and pale lodged in a random state lost in thought angry somewhere, lurching out of the nowhere from beyond the coffin lid exploded into wide-mouthed strike as the leech drives towards a pulse inside the throat as the hungry monster or ghost might attack in a fake world where we do not try to actively understand each other without some incentive to the expenditure of energy, and the system takes the place of that desiccated form leaching the love and faith away into a processing to transform the impulses into filth and lust and depravity openly corrosive to once precious ideas of natural wisdom… a telepathic social neurotic toxin fed to us throughout our lives Now…’
out of Context;
‘a greater structure meant to be in Here to maintain and struggle under the watchful eyes of mechanical angels and the street demons left alive after the meltdown becomes a rhyme we teach our own children in the line behind us as spawns of the next age of defeat and suffering implied… the collapsing reality of a bubbling crude politeness in the lieu of a fake political correctness that crushes our sanctity into place those natural and most fertile tessellations like smoking hate bombs utilizing most of our auxiliary energy bent to nefarious ends in themselves, and taking the whole mess with it into the wake of futuristic speculations that none of us seems directly privy to as information swarms and pulls at the subconscious states…’