out of Context;
‘the myths and issues that lure in the psyche from afar capture thoughts of those of us undisciplined and novice on this planet of apocalypse-wasted messages spent with misunderstanding for all potential possibilities that contain us and our myriad tragic ways that are both of a good and evil dichotomy functioning on corpses and survivors to get away with its torture of truth and the Muse, and yet the other end of the spectrum beckons as equally plausible a turn of events as those very same tragedies on the verge of occurring are warm places to release the burden of active drive and participation in this reality…’
out of Context;
‘we must yield, the Man states in an unsettling way, to the mischief of the Muse who laughs at us through the mirror of our dreams as though to provoke a particular reaction from the empty space looking back at us when we turn our heads into the outward direction… away we are drawn through the mists that the Man’s finger points, into the trees with make-believed humane interest as he does this to the hordes of a human idealism that has left dust and waste in the tracks of this beastly fake of humanoid tastes whose raw animal place has grown out from the earthen crust itself only having bored of the horizontal plane of unfathomable fictitious legends on parade from age to age as locked in a maze never opening to an end…’
out of Context;
‘reassembled Here in the nexus of consequence managing the human theater of interaction that alternately kills us and raises our perspective high as made through assessments of the sense so-called ‘feeling’ by the spent spermatozoa at our feet as the ages still wear on with the grandiose grindstone in the sky wearing things sharp and angular with gravitas as to show how serious this whole thing is for all of us to understand clearly… when we cannot find the words, we become lost within this mental sea of confusion layered with various language choices acting as empires from which to create the manned empirical studies we take for granted in this civilized deception, the ides of starch have stiffened our lips into silence over the everyday atrocities…’
out of Context;
‘this is how populations have exploded while at the same time consuming each old “limb” to make room for the new one by cannibalizing and regrowing the pieces as desired, destroying the decadent once it has become too much of an inconvenience that the whole governing body needs to amputate whatever is seen unfit without exception, and at times the worst of our primal nature shines true by the light of a pyre burning bright what remains of the victims from the very hands fueling murder by proxy in this system of ‘kill-or-be-killed’ gone awry for too many centuries now without a thorough correction until people actually start waking up to make a serious act of direct change with respect for the environment that was Here long before we ever were… we are creatures from its womb…’
out of Context;
‘the ideas that assume to make one sexy or sellable by the backward standards of almost religious proportion on every billboard and television set in the world, it scars the person into thinking and adapting to this shock as regularity that cannot be avoided by everyone everywhere, and it is the fear of this viral information getting in that makes us this paranoid automatically… what are we missing that we need this abusive control to take place?…’
out of Context;
‘perpetrated by the humans who have started considering themselves “saints” which is really not a part of the human scale of progress at all… the plants inhabit a kingdom just on the outside of spiritual perception for most of us, disguised in myriads of subtle forms that appear perfectly harmless to a casual physical inhabitant of this world, but still other arrangements of plant life fill in the gaps where non-ordinary states of consciousness are necessary to function beyond a certain block in advancing the wisdom through into this incarnated form…’
out of Context;
‘too many questing visions that boggle the time and method with which to manage such endeavors as Here there are no ways home that don’t involve sleep or death in the mists of the mysterious mind as a place where the savage and the intellectual meet to harness the freak of nature reality we have now become, the secluded hole inside the head where knowing enters the face and soothes the negative impulse of the mind to keep the perception of reality in place, but what of this distant case that functions on the higher level of overt displaced knowledge as we act the participants wandering the maze?…’
out of Context;
‘the Spanish word ‘porque’ means “because” or “for” as well as being a rather creative way of saying ‘porky’ with two strong syllables instead of one, ‘poor-kay’, and the word ‘mada’ in Hindu theology/ mythology stands for “pride, stubborn-mindedness”, so it is in this way PorqueMada would mean literally “because of or for pride and stubborn-mindedness”… perhaps some more profound layers of meaning behind this ‘word’, however resides in the fact that it is a gross parody of the name ‘Torquemada’ or Tomas de Torquemada specifically…’
~Ayn Rand on the belief of becoming civilized.
out of Context;
‘the words are constantly losing their meaning as we overuse the myriad variations of clarity in spite of ourselves to the point of disuse, where it becomes rubbish and loses all previous attachment to each meaning one by one as these layers further become a rich topsoil that grows new growth for the meme complex only to be recycled and swing back into reuse with that new flourish or twist materialized the next time through, and it is as though the filtered perceptions of control the looping behavior/ habit happens all over again as much as we might like to think to the contrary to an absolute extreme of denial made possible by the sheltering culture that raises its citizens deprived of actual wisdom instead subservience through the staggered quotes and quips that fill up a brain…’