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.’
out of Context;
‘a horizon we may never reach from this centered perspective filled with all the shapes and symbols necessary to stage an escape sooner than later from this watery grave, the dreams get recycled when they cease to live up to the lightness of being which brings their essence in contact with the gravity to this realm perhaps, and the confrontation with matter knocks us to some primal state where our suffering and triumph on the individual level registers in that spiritual space that reflects our progress and learning in some cases revealing that selfish and courageous urge to rise above the muck and the grunge that falls onto those of us who are many bearing the burden for the few that have the time to sort their plans…’
out of Context;
‘revolutionaries were kicked out for their romantic ideals of leadership and it became a job for someone like us… someone easily distracted by promises of higher power and better money as the system is now built to reward these attitudes most of all these days as oil and labor are in dire circumstances while moods run the gamut back and forth reflecting the indecisive nature innate within the qualities of the ‘human being’ who merely seems to take what is handed to them and will expect that from now on, there are devices used against us which only serve the purposes of those who know nothing but that most miserable urge awaiting in eager expectation of the proper respect the most truly deserving never get served…’
out of Context;
‘the Robot gets hungry and cries out at the unforgiving work load that each one of us has to carry around until death or debt relieve this experiential burden committing itself to the living vessel bequeathed from birth as this single elemental authoritative weight, and never letting up pressure as everyone must allow the chains and anchors to force those loyal to the body into a stooping posture as a means to track us easier for the general managers abuse our static time and money and royalties used against us on proposed efficiency of more and better profits… on a trail more esoteric perhaps, we are bought and spent before before the work is even done as we squish closer together in proximity…’
~Voltaire on the religious qualities of finance
out of Context;
‘digested by the world around us… urban or rural, inside or outside the Hub, where do you want to be when you grow up?… feminine energy wants to interrelate with others while masculine energies want to penetrate these trivial matters, but the tiny televised voice deep down informs us to feel guilty over questioning the authority of the corporate lords of aMerika whose systems have allowed for the diffusion of accountability over numerous faceless people like the selves we never know personally… some trick of the mythos somewhere lifelike but unaware as human beings except for the rare few that can make a handful last for days as they get around the world learning useful moves that will one day win the war in for one way or another…’
out of Context;
‘the only way to free oneself from this bizarre disbelief that is in an interdependent relationship with the manifest humanity has been to allow “space” for mind and body and soul to be suspended separately while still within the solid confines of the spatial body, and this usually is only to be enacted as a form of life-changing passage rite to adulthood in most cultures whose previous stance on the thing called ‘humanity’ as opposed to this supposed civilized nationality which has rejected ‘ancient knowledge’ steadily in the last two thousand years or so since… the debacle involving remnants of both bestial and social humanity as ritual myths began to change again since their primitive resemblance to interpreting the mutation of humanity from the base animal roots to the present aspect acting as social cog…’