out of Context;
‘the screaming dead locked into debate over this or that thing requiring an honorable mention somewhere among all those blank thoughts floating down on the congress floor as debate moves from one house to the other and back again to achieve some majority rulership choosing some appropriate form of leader the phallible martyr for the aMerikan dream… the engineered antagonistic gravity summons the spirit to materialize its reality into quantified matter and solidity in this dark cradle merging of the physical and mechanical force removed of emotional process, taken back to an extremity of order…’
out of Context;
‘out of the ideas of family and tradition as we have spawned monsters in order to create gods in our twisted visage where we now perhaps place the celebrity whose status rides upon the easy whims of an all-too fickle populace, but spinning out of control has been all the rage since humanity has needed to purge the containment we inflict upon each other like tags and collars to keep the satisfied mind out of place in this reality as mandated by the state in secretive meetings that few were ever apart of even as many aware of the proceedings each time the debates were made and finished without one acceptable representative of the actual system… we only witness publicly the few that chanced to make it through mostly because of a privileged beginning with money…’
out of Context;
‘the Man that tries to control his own destiny perhaps tries to dam up the river that needs to flow as the better metaphor to give when all else seems fake… the strange deprivation of time and space that dissociation from local area gives you after the intoxication wears through enough to allow clarity of vision in the age of gruesome decisions made by real versions of evil that take the game of life too far to be understood through their cruel eye for pain and oblivion made flesh, where these trained dogs render the wounds upon the human as stain to be somehow seriously addressed by a system that cannot handle itself as it proposed it could back when there were actual patriots and not simply some act or provision…’
out of Context;
‘leaders arose because people were easily fooled into being lead by charming soldiers perhaps with nothing other than some thoughts of glory in their heads, but the schemes became more complicated as more interests came into the picture varying the full perspective by many leaps beyond pure functionality as cold and precise measures of wealth became that weight most able to bend around the balance one awful direction over the other as the bi-partisan system reckless and debauched were born… we see men, women and children often without thinking about agendas, or of what influence this interaction is going to have on my life even as we mature to find out how different it is than from what it appears to be…’
out of Context;
‘a minimum wage to keep the fat cats floating high on their ideas of untouchable glory as they fail to realize that the labor force has become a tougher grouping than one could ever just slip further away from without any notice from an angry juxtaposition of human forces becoming real enough to damage the current of sedative consensus at work within corrosive conformity begging for a corrosion to conformity in this example, today we meet the barriers facing that full frontal direction to bear the brunt of the inescapable destiny condensing right before our very eyes awake as the scenery finally begins to change revealing an acceptable forum for leadership and plain-spoken community adapted to this crazy insecurity jerking around the regular people like you or me into place by our unquantified potential…’
out of Context;
‘diabolical individuals making myths cheaper by the dozen as humanity begins to harass cross the line of mediocrity hidden inside skin too thickened by years of wasted hatred for oneself and others by will of the systemic infection that trains us to be just as much like itself, and it is this parasite that most of us remain for the adulthood after teenage years motivated by dread of the on-coming future needs and wants as yet unrealized through the obtuse head that slowly puts together experiences with memory into action which inevitably lead to more experiences like a looping pattern similar to a synthesized beat pounding repetitive and fast perhaps in the primal bedrock of the dance floor… where millions of thousands of years and people have dared to speak with their frame instead of their words…’
out of Context;
‘in the small town freak out for teenage things to either crawl out and tip cows in redneck glory or make fun of those people… there are those who walk the line between extremes who can be considered magical or lucky or blessed whatever your terms may apply, but these individuals are actually experiencing life in the gray area where it actually exists instead of either high or low ideal reality seems to represent through actions of others, that multiple balancing dualistic fringes exist at all shouldn’t be surprising as though money were blood running blindly underneath the crumbling lands we all dwell over when rage at thought for the future could ever be so easily set into place with any accurate precision from the world below… epic mystery that this holograph contains…’
out of Context;
‘we subject the rest of the populace to the momentous climate transformations that may just condemn our species to rust and death by the end… showing us the “human” face to further the building of some insidious trust that possesses no genuine emotion connecting to each other while behind our backs they play the same ‘kill-or-be-killed’ survival game this protean species has already grown beyond, held back by illogical and impermanent ideas that are more than a couple decades old of infinite growth for finite creatures, and it is this primitive hive mind of the animal humanity that keeps trying to reestablish itself in order to infect control among the entirety of the world population as organic robots moving ants inside of the most organized colony possible…’
“Evil is the product of the ability of humans to make abstract that which is concrete.”
~Jean-Paul Sartre; french author and philosopher.
‘…FUCKUP. You can stay here or go to your room, but I suggest that you don’t rush off and talk about your experience to somebody else. You can talk it to death that way.’