out of Context;
‘meaning which might remain unobserved in general for which we are able to scrape by with little more than contentment at our side… it has been too long since i began taking people into consideration again, i feel it is we who are lacking something to call with certainty proof of our humanity as human beings, but we do not seem to consume ourselves with too much guilt in all our raping and pillaging and plundering society because we allow the few to suffer such excruciating ends without even a simple means of beginning with some justified equilibrium… and so it has been for all those involved…’
out of Context;
‘even under the realization that nothing forever lasts in this odd world as one permanent form, this emotional erosion via the winds of change and smoking embers of the pillaged ruins of our ancestor spirits transforms us day by day into these physical beings as we try to become something more than this… there is never a permanent midnight just as there can be no permanent daylight as the tides turn much like how the waves ebb and flow, pieces of this grand cosmic puzzle…’
out of Context;
‘the art of love is by all means the only proper way to express what has lately become a constrictive device to lock others into place for the rest of their natural lives, as it is so unbounded by either respect or animosity which can at times make the rest of us so trained more than a bit uncomfortable with that freedom of choice, but the artist keeps acknowledging the inner vision of peace and prosperity from even beyond the grave situations that make us all feel like shit and depressed and deprived all at once…’
out of Context;
‘we are all incarnations of worlds and words and desires come Here to live collecting this raw data as experience to further manifest a universal connection through the void, but does that necessarily mean that one has to sexually procreate in order for that knowledge to reach the other people taking up their time and space as it is that we are all meant to be wherever we are in the Now, that greatest of the Mysteries we find ourselves beholden to even as the cycles of life and death and rebirth continue… after a year of living without this sexual burden, i feel more concentrated in everything else i do as an expression of me, but still realize this is not my last life to learn from…’
out of Context;
‘grow into existence other ideas of reality sour and used and dying without an outside infusion of energy as this is what the corporeal beast feeds from as the wasted animal intents prevail and further confuse a consciousness trying to develop beyond the womb planet… we are beaten into submission by this or that aspect we allow a foothold into our heads which translates into viewpoints to take and manipulate and allow those using us to tally for their imagined score, their quick fix for the highest of possible outcomes to problems benefiting themselves in this real, but we are the ones told ‘no’ right from the start of crawling as evolution in motion from the crib to the tomb learning nothing but the proper grazing techniques for being another sheep on this animal farm cooperative…’
~Stephen Leacock on the truth of advertising.
“Love is the expression of one’s values, the greatest reward you can earn for the moral qualities you have achieved in your character and person, the emotional price paid by one man for the joy he receives from the virtues of another.”
~Ayn Rand; russo-american author and philosopher.
out of Context;
‘the time comes to shoot through to “true” enlightenment, in a way these systems are all pretty similar both because they inevitably lead to the same ends of forgetting the previous Self in anticipation of a next life whether after or otherwise makes no difference, but each argumentative viewpoint also anticipates skeptically that in this current life few things are worth the time or effort to understand by forcing one to shed the skin of the personal Self for the possessive Self in its Selfishness and reptilian potential for amassing useless crap worldwide as various perceptions of the one-percent collide creating volatile shards in this oh-so perfect place where the average person proliferates sending the confusion into many controversial directions at once… so we need a bad guy to impress us with an image of wrong…’
out of Context;
‘Man-handled by the state of things into toeing the line managing to make humanity a naked animal in the digital wilderness where it might just become like those war-torn olden days we have seen so many movies about, but this is where the sinister have their stock and trade in those subtler arts beyond surface awareness like masked feelings and ulterior motivations mocking the ideal of a greater good for gain instead to wield about like some Quixotic windmill which really is a dragon or giant terrorizing us behind the obvious scenes… this is why the battles are never shown to us for what they really are in order to subvert one’s control over their own opinion because we are all just another form of commodity whether urban or rural, we all seem to serve the purpose…’
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‘with rancid and hollow expectation discomforting the general masses to sickness and death… the sea of shadows dances across the night dismal as it approaches unsuspecting prey for a transfusion of the negative phantasm abysmal coming from the yelping mouths going on to make current situations worse by leaps and bounds of faith in bondage by the narcotic eroseptic (septic and erotic) swaying of the beasts upon their knees, praying to the gods they cannot see even the gremlin cancer shapes itself under the skin of a decadent consciousness enraged as much as it is engorged upon the bloody succulence that comes with this kind of absolute devotion to praise and bewilderingly vague ideals that command to hold holy not the logical respect given to creatures like you or i…’