out of Context;
‘we are more than a constrained belief system Here, we are more than the ants we might appear as from too far above in the unquantified mass contained in the atmosphere over our heads, and the cosmic spill to which we coincide with the rest of this synchronous behavior as the money falls where it may as banksters explode from the pressure underneath their suits… they have robbed us over and over again because this is a system built by the power and gain of opportunistic leaders attesting that they are the ones discriminated against in some seedy form of power play that pushes all the right people out of their jobs…’
out of Context;
‘the visions are too vague to show all the way, but powerful enough to leave an excited impression on those receptive to the same vision which further reinforces an idea of the reality into fruition, hanging from the ether as it awaits to be revealed and plucked down by materializing forces… the tree of life is this ethereal thing, and everything is alive within its bounds as the energy circulates all throughout to show that no motion comes to a complete stop, always choosing a different attitude to take when it appears to be no other direction is working… this is adaptation working out its kinks and bugs by natural selection of endeavor…’
out of Context;
‘the history edible and viable for the consuming mass quality in the realm of life phased constantly between the material lines and the crossing of artificial boundaries of growth meant to subdue the physical swell in number of individual cells that would consolidate into one massive titanous form to behold, as though this were some kind of Clive Barker tale at all, but no this is how all of the pieces even the feces come together within us to be expressed as the human being… no way to escape this grotesque burlesque or its dancing fools shambling the entertainment into a new state of frenzy to keep the surging binary code at work…’
out of Context;
‘the innocent are claimed by the ignorant in haste to cull the herd of its tame and unwanted swollen members… the fiends play outright under pious paradigm twist as the truth flies in retreat from this secular thing suckling the being’s spiritual energy out of a greedy lust for life, molesting belief until it molds its own untruth that is built up into a rationalized system as it then begins to establish rules and constrictions to prove and support this alternate reality until a jagged extension cuts up through the unspoken of barriers always at rest until the next one is ready to come in to make personal wishes as fulfilled as possible as long as you realize you always have the capability until you are dead again, but this molested untruth branches and breaks off…’
out of Context;
‘merely playing the roles they have used to receive what they wanted, even if that means the imminent destruction of another or the self as the victim or proposed martyr… harnessing the harmless farce as it is depressed, and it is a crummy life when you have no one to confide in, always in fear of judgment at every intersection… a certain amount of crosstown traffic, if you will, that makes confusion stronger than one might fare a guess at truth Here… a caption in timeless err… to breathe the err is to lose with grace and take your chances with care, there is never any time ever like the present presenting itself to the presenter as opportunity fits and favors the critical enslavers and of course not the artist…’
“To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.”
~Katherine Mansfield; new zealand author and critic.
out of Context;
‘a dysfunctional lot to be thrown in with the other false gods trying to rub two nickels together to create change, loosely defined as the caged lunatics are set free then locked out to cull the herd that are left walking the streets too late at night though even night is no barrier to a real monster, but few ever get a chance to witness that atrocity up close without themselves being tragically snuffed out… we have homegrown film-born simulations of the actual thing, but the truth of the matter is always far stranger than the fiction interpreting the mixture in this place we are in, our lives becoming these entranced oblivious attempts at half-assery with a sophomore chivalry to boot it to the head instead of faking a mockery to the real live substance…’
out of Context;
‘finding out who or what i am to become before i am done… not really aware of any celebratory occasion, but there are many things going on all at once melding of the enmeshed personality strands representing the various formula and equations on a different level of sequence at the same time as the distortion of self rises up and out of the miasma as humanity’s birth, patterns do not give up their secrets that easily however… like maps they need to be read and then re-read before there is a manageable sense of direction, where you are at at any given point in relation to everything else at the same time Here, but travel is skewed by shifting ideas of light and darkness filtering through each other to create varying shades of life…’
out of Context;
‘is this the end of the trip that started even before our life and death in physicality, and where do we go from this place that we have convinced ourselves never ends?… we are sick to the cells with what we allow, and yet we allow more to satisfy that god spell woven over the rise of the masses to cover them, to heal with our poisonous medicine fresh from the process that makes sense out of the scientific mess in our midst… signals paint our faces in the darkened corner we place our rears to shut away the outside swirl as things might go hectic at a moments’ notice from where we casually steer, slightly off-kilter when thinking about the years behind me, and weighted by limp and heavy fears that were never my own…’
out of Context;
‘the particles of passion presented through old-fashioned ideals, it’s nice to know that we are so easy to twist the ideas around ourselves, and especially without the classic fear of retaliation that comes with a war brain set on kill like organic programming should be for the children to respond to… the haunting melodies as they swell and strain from their own will alone swiftly sift through the people like a sieve, we corrupted of humanity a majority built in disgrace for the entertainment quota of the rational fold taking public opinion to new levels of the hoard, and we appear helpless from the outside mind…’