out of Context;
‘the face from the civilized feces we collected leaves to be left behind amidst nature’s consequences, but what are we if not nature in a natural world though this ideal can tend to be just that without any ideas of what comes next in the coordination of being and beings as both good and evil cursed and blessed by this trivial yet unconditional love for these creatures so formed approaching limits we cannot always visualize clearly from this far before this event horizon of reality bent into shapes assumed without cognizance as in a real competent patience now becomes as time in second’s reflex to refract and catch the light as it whistles by through gears and cogs at work Here…’
out of Context;
‘behind minions and anonymity that bind and conflict the victimized without being able to see a clear enemy so camouflaged that isolation and paranoia are some of those inevitable results that infrequently the social mechanism corrupts itself with all details but lacking a subjective quality as very definite trait allowing this human form a corpse at a time of the conveyor belt crisis as a midlife is like this with no access to the spin cycle until their designs include us as the pawns…’
out of Context;
‘ideas of power becoming integrated in consecrate concentrated doses culled from the herds and flocks that emerge while presently submerged forces those likes which are epic but receding into an ocean floor hungry for more matter and knowledge to devour as darkened gods harkened from when civilization was still purely conceptual by the standards raised in name of them that wanted to evolve by the decree of whatever gods would have them invisible to all but the chosen who whisper in nonsense phrases…’
out of Context;
‘once Mankind began to tackle responsibility for its actions in having lead culture by a leash lashed against that wall that no one else can see to make sure a few of our ways will stay tethered by this chain… that is not assured in anyway as freedom varies like art or as magick contained in the village a voyaging vessel through timESPace as the journey enfolds us all and our remains a solid state through the rocks and stone as the residue of who you were slowly washes away with the rain…’
“Poetry is something in-between the dream and its interpretation.”
~ Lou Andreas-Salome; russian psychoanalyst and author.
out of Context;
‘manifest as parts of the earned nuance of being being Here where none few spirits have dared, but still there a Mystery at every turn that may turn out lethal as a twist of the story beyond the literal perhaps occurs to change all of our fates by waves by chance and cracks the covers that hover just before a beginning and just after end…’
out of Context;
‘affected by disturbing touches evoking chills from warmth shifting the balance as catalyst to the stirring ids and egos connected as distinct views on reality slowly floods the mind and will to live or love as deemed that as most necessary by the individuals themselves, but curious from all the static Here trying to strain a meaning out of the scary shards stolen hearing only a little bit at a time a total terror slashed across the back with whiplike snaps summoning pain against cheeks flush with blood red stains teaching lessons hard to make learning as difficult as it can be so that resentment and trauma stunts the growth…’
out of Context;
‘making trouble as apex predator pissing off the rest of a choking mess made when marking territory comes to conform behaviors tracking nothing but selfish sensations mocking the masters’ orders that as children we so often forget a little more each time left alone to slowly evaporate meta data melting sacred votive candle burning cryptic temples built from bone and tissue compressed through a small gap left to fend as much for itself as possible until dead as gripped by our fellow travelers to raise us out of a muck raking the manure as penance for breaking rules and roles…’
out of Context;
‘understanding whose mistake am i anyway though that never needs to be considered a fact of record when that record skips relevant information for simple trash strewn askew and to be played back yet never quite sounds the same as the time they were placed into immortality by way of tape pulled compiled and edited together once the monkeywrench stops twisting and torquing a situation solid screwed…’
out of Context;
‘that myopic monoculture mutating through gene therapies and psychoactive desperation to connect with an anonymous substance crouched further still to ducking and covering as violence thrusts and stings humanity while as nasty amount of tribulations test our personal resolves a mettle and sometimes in medals at a delirious time period when the world needed an enemy perhaps, but that does not excuse any one person’s motives…’