out of Context;
‘inked to every other being in this rarified state in time and space, submitting to the cruel standards that provoke us to adapt or die, and occasionally we meet our maker pondering too long the weight of conformity and community when may be we should just jump in head first to understand that which we do not… people can be the liability that is required to make things happen in any particular order in this world, the masses are necessary for the ebb-and-flow effect that shapes and moulds our atmosphere Here, and from that first narrow passage to the last we have the opportunity to create worlds within worlds… we waste our materials and we waste our lives working too hard for little compensation in return for our labors…’
out of Context;
‘making the motions to self-cannibalize starting with the brain and working my way down to the rest of the corpse… i am attempting to eat the strange vessel that oxides and decays right before my eyes before it has a chance to disappear of its own accord, the disease is the reconciliation of that schism between forces of consciousness contrasting as it connects to a material reality to which the rest of us have some pent-up fear of losing a slippery grip on this stable static relatively-narrowed environment left to our own devices, but found art put together like a puzzle manifested through reverse engineered work as perhaps a Rube Goldberg/ Marcel Duchamp piece of a readymade phantasm made flesh… if there is but one pope out there, then the rest of us are the anti-popes…’
~deaconkhet on the idea of sobriety.
~Ambrose Bierce on the animal characteristics of man.
out of Context;
‘cower the sour assault on this digression of the bottle-fed lead weight society that deals in fear like it was water to be bottled yet again, and recycled straight from the sewer hole sweating with condensed frothing filthy scum and whey, the chaff is already horrendously absorbed by the great big death machine whirling around as more than horsemen have appeared to take away the spirit of life… the manic and oppressive forces that be Here to devoid the static complacency that holds no formula for world domination, but instead forces the majority to conform to the ill-health of the state the human beast is chastised within, the wholesome cage with no keys and all locks are held tight until the game is closed… that fear factory mentality enveloping the whimsical wondering of creative schtick and shock…’
~Frank Herbert on the important dialogue of inner turmoil.
out of Context;
‘whether nun or priest or some perfect sainted thing dressed and blessed and saved beyond the human suffering death wish to let the strongest yet survive and live… the build-up popping of the facial blemish like a volcanic wretch over all life that is known to wipe the slate clean yet again, some people pray for this to occur without consulting the rest and thinking the worst of whatever is out there, and then they might say that this is for our own good with villainous cackle included as the finger presses hard upon the nuclear vessel that humanity has become… defeated by the radioactive, the next form that defies logic of death or disease beyond light and restriction of authority, but we are held in place by lifetimes of intra-contradictory meanings and methods to organize something…’
out of Context;
‘egg cracked open for this particular dish that has become something quaking just below the sliding motion that the others are predisposed to as they might slide back into the abyss when they are done with these holographic forms marked as human beings, and mass production profile defiled for corrupt tone of efficient waiting scheme as the few ever awake as they should in order to fully interact with their aspect of reality… it seems as though this world might want us to leave at some point in the near future futility of our space, the human aliens want to fully control this suburb of the cosmos with their intellectual decrees of faith and harmony while the reckless multitude are wishing for utter freedom from rules…’
out of Context;
‘however, there are no instruction manuals as we are all gathered about in this sandbox filled with filth and all those other materialist toys to use with a tyrannical touch, and we are forced to understand their technology in order to survive their games that they play both in our minds and with our bodies… we force ourselves to understand what we only know fragments of as we dream, all the various life times melding together in this aspect of the unreal made flesh-bound matter beast, and Here we are at the cross-hatching of line where laws and rules are only used to sway the tight vote in one direction of certainty over another… the man-made treatments that have left psychic echoes resonating for all to pick up on…’
out of Context;
‘the human matrix was an “alien” gift chosen off of a menu on a screen somewhere, and maybe this seed reality was in all actuality a cosmic Chia pet where life has already plant life which began to spawn into the next chamber of delivery in the horizontal, the animal becomes a relevant next step then… the human animal wasn’t relevant or even reasonable until thousands of years after the world consciousness ate up the dinosaur’s flesh in a fiery cataclysmic banishment into deeper realms of the cycle, and who knows if their dino-beings had not gotten as far as the mammalian creatures today, it even rings of truth in the language we speak as it touches upon the circuits of consciousness we seem bound to traverse… we gripe and we bitch and complain…’