out of Context;
‘undulating waves of grey into this stark and cruel reality where it would appear dreams are stomped down as readily as they would appear to be exalted into the chivalry of grandiose gesture as it would try to rule over us all, amidst this confusion that is a not-so-necessary reality as by-product of this casual assault on the average conscious human being which arranges for the laze that permeates our disconnected species, and dissolving as well as mechanizing the rules of engagement between cosmic forces as order ‘seems’ to work against chaos even though the tandem impressions are what we perceive Here… this place is run by whelps disgraceful at what they choose to do as antidote to their own personal horror of selfish dementia condemning the rational mind that would abuse their access to power…’
out of Context;
‘we are social cripples tormented by our contradictory versions of the proper way as it conflicts with outside views and other established means of motion along this trail we have left behind us to always remind us of where we once stood as ornate decoration once all the hard work was done before our arrival, we are in a station of contempt among our fellow emotional travelers through all these dark and visceral dimensions as we struggle together in a collective notion that we can fix the broken machine no matter how decomposed or rusted it happens to be, but if we are to conclude to a synthesis of what we “know” as fact repairing this emotional machine first instead of the proving of a worth and of values that never make any sense…’
out of Context;
‘the ignorant walls that were built to close the stupid into their place instead of roaming free like true wild life… we are roaming throughout the terrain without any leaders that serve a purpose that allowing for the empty authority to use the term ‘leader’ as a total directive to tame a people that eventually grow indifferent to the razorblade hands trimming like a gardener for the topiaries of the flesh as the certain pieces of past incarnations as selves creeping, crawling are falling further down through the layered foliage and branches as the species collectively reaches for the fruit of knowledge that requires compressing concentration and patience, but are not limited to the scraping shaping raw power of government taking our minds away from us in new and intriguing ways…’
out of Context;
‘even as a new age dawns there still remains a very ancient mindset locked on channels too fierce to describe as you really must experience the cold and chill as denizens of the lower class do whose true power still as yet is reigned in like a slave to the fascist capitalist system that complies with no people’s demands, but instead respects nothing exceptional but a stabilizing command of the real as it is now made of quicksand peaking for temporary spans only in this survival-of-the-fittest bullshit in a patriarchal remnant of prehistory that prides the negative and the masculine drives to conquer and succeed at others’ expense, we have retained this way for too long to work in our favor any more as the odds have become too stacked to one side’s interests…’
out of Context;
‘this discussion is not merely created for redundancy’s sake even as the same rhetoric said the many different ways goes ’round once more through this incarnate realm of holy yearnings leaning toward simple though perverse satisfaction of those tempting things that bring more trouble than they are worth, but with the clarity presented Here in visions as based within contemporary bounds and accepted triggers as the organ grinds us down merrily with the spinning platform wheeling around out of control… the reckless goals punching clowns down to the floor as though tossing cookies and salads weren’t enough for you, that you require more to the defense of your hopeless reign of boredom into fleshless oblivion through the realm of obvious stakes that claim to be the real truth in some way you never thought about before…’
out of Context;
‘they kick and scream their way into an orderly fashion for this mad all-consuming drama as it moves minus any obvious human masterminds as it has since inception of this “sales holiday” in particular, but it was due to the guidance of the earlier wealth-mongers of this timeline that had put the organic machinery into motion once it was realized a massive profit could be made via the sheepish traits of the herd… we strain and stress against the waves of mind-numbing boredom that will strike without warning once the decision has been made to seriously relax with some random acts of thoughtless recreation…’
“If you think of yourselves as helpless and ineffectual, it is certain that you will create a despotic government to be your master. The wise despot, therefore, maintains among his subjects a popular sense that they are helpless and ineffectual.”
~Frank Herbert; american author.
out of Context;
‘to say the least, the odd turkey-related behavior in praise of the god awful with its unholy seasonal shift once again at the edge of vision beginning with the usual feast-to-end-feasts as horrendous numbers of the nuclear family radioactive citizens waste without undue mass mimicry in one great conjoined ritual of these strange yearly increments that soon become followed by the decorations that signal yet another year leaving us by ourselves as the next year comes to quickly fill the place of the last one…’
out of Context;
‘all the jesus fish flushed against the exit under false impressions as the smarter of us start creating their own versions of this new mode called ‘reality’ enforced by the others that are locked with us inside of the bubble as well… some of us have spun around this axis before only to come back once the illusion rekindled its interest to calling back the conscious beings in wanting to know that the density they are traveling through is not only one in the out there, but is in fact yet another pocket inside the multitudinous universe as it expands and contracts around the idea of a conscious existence that asks for somewhere there is no action from which to retract oneself away from, even though both the positive and negative influences are utilized and enmeshed…’
~Alfred Hitchcock on the pleasurable state of waking.