out of Context;
‘with the absorption of relevant information through this cultural filter of heavenly matrices there would be that instrument of enlightenment and empowerment that the truly honest would crave to savor… to fill the void with no more saints or sinners, but to embrace the whole parts of something that was started before us, we are just the next in a long lineage of potential prophets… trained by a militant and fearful category of socioeconomic restraint, it has always deferred power to those that choose to wield it in broad arcs to disguise their own actions to retain these material treasures for themselves while at the same time leading others to believe their motions just and righteous, but the fallacy is in how much our trust has been given up to these temporary charlatans…’
out of Context;
‘you can see it pisses me off into the barest threads of nonsense what we repeat and leach and die for off of the central horrible (whore able) affliction distressing the conscious whole, as the sharks and opportunists scramble for the blood like red jewels shooting out of the veiny little ley lines networking along our arms and legs, and the sinister singing fling of the fist into the face of another fellow human being strikes me with painful distrust for our own push and thrust that we might somehow know better for no other reason than what we think we own… we object to this grand operating directive of ‘kill thy neighboring states’ because what will be left when a black horizon glows with death…’
out of Context;
‘if it is not then let us see what will become of the both of us because time is of the essence and the shortness of breath is just the first of many symptoms in this ramshackle machine we are skeletons within, and we all go right for the throats of each other in spite of this linkage between that irreversibly leaves us horribly bound together with a ghastly mood subjecting the others to this bastard entertainment before the whole civilization, there are no rules inside the head except that which you let in… giving permission before the disqualified peanut gallery of woes and foes all chained together in anatomic purge of sensory data that will master us before the day is come, as one by one we all crawl the surface of this earthen hovel…’
out of Context;
‘this satisfying plunge into a torrential wind swept with scents of any other way than what is known, the mind is sensitive and rises up to greet these olfactory memes with spicy essence transfiguring the time and space in-between the spaces, but the time has come to wander on in… as i just turned on the whirlpool, and your bath for the brainwashing was prepared long before i got Here… i am merely an afterthought in some giant’s dream, but you and i still interact together in this virtual world of blank verse and pictographic words depicting urges you have never heard before, these voices that pulse with the wired feeling for fate… that deja vu was just great… somehow i don’t believe you…’
out of Context;
‘a distillation of stupidity inside the crowded room, elementally no one cares about your problems but you unless it becomes clearly another person’s problem to deal with while around you… always in conflict with the beings we are compared with the beings we wish to be, and those others gathered around us with no further motivation to help or aid, we remain docile to a corrupt system that requires us to be wholly subservient to motives we are never privy to until it could be too late to do anything to counteract disposal… just because we perceive this corruption does not mean that we care for the people having to deal with this face-to-face themselves…’
out of Context;
‘we are the discounted and occluded, we stem from a systemic ignorance that seems to ignore what real suffering is, but the question will hang until it becomes so terribly true… are we the doomed?… the instinct says one thing, but the intuition can quite a bit differ from being agreeably bound into one form, torturing the living inhabitants of these human animals to no end… the hieroglyphs scar the cavern walls seeking meaning where once there was a different kind of symbolism, the gestures that can only be guessed at from one static remainder, and this process of history keeps being wiled away from the minds needing nourishment the most… thoughts eaten of their impact by a scandalous second guess symptomatic of the cringing base of our behavior…’
out of Context;
‘trying to find a strong decisive attitude among the weak feels next to impossible for anyone like me who does not appear to give any bit of a shit for any other beings but themselves, one can put on the mask of concern just as easily as the mask of disgust, and usually it is these roles that make us fake a sense of things as they are when really there is no idea in our heads as to what the next step might be Here… we tremble and shiver as the cold realization sends chilling sparks down our spines, and we each realize we must get moving to resolve something without an obvious solution, not just going through the random motions of abuse as befits our idiot arrogance… the real truths are not some abstract principle…’
out of Context;
‘this is all the trash that needs to be sorted out properly in order for the patterns to be changed with a solid foundation in reality instead utter lack of respect for anyone else that could possibly grow to enjoy my company, you need to leave me without this emotional grip like a collection of bad memeories hanging around long enough to jinx the whole relationship i have with my well-being, and what little sanity remains with the others around me… the corrupt hands of my negative side hangs limp in the air, the living shadow that has no reason to stall for more time Here, and this is because it is not wanted where living things dare… it has become a bomb instead of carrot held over the head to lead a crusade…’
out of Context;
‘the titanic fiends with their apocryphal dreams hardwired into their heads without a single regard for a real human life, but rather just the repetition of this life that gives way to an unused potential through greed and manipulation and this survival urge twisted into a game to be played by those without even knowledge of rules, the frightened cower there in their own selfish pools of urine as the form drops dead without warning… though this is only a symptom of how wrong we can be, and the repercussions of standing by those concepts through to an unholy fruition for mad ideas bordering on false glory…’
out of Context;
‘the ego-driven majority planning assaults on the human psyche… we must end this diseased oppression that makes the sickness too serious to bear by this society as a whole, and it is the fault of the individual in not bringing to the forefront the wrongs to be corrected in the capitalist cesspool, our money is nowhere to be found in our pockets as labor translates directly into sustainability… the dueling sides alive inside the divided person’s mind, conceive the fantastic strictness of which we uphold as holy this ideal of perfection unrelenting from the false god force that tries to ignite the world into flames…’