‘…through the onslaught vivid that casts waves through us conflicting our well of tolerance when we cannot resist any longer requiring sources for our indulgence, sociopathic discretion when audience members collide causing riots for and against understanding respectively though neither has clues of what the other will do disrespect because of myopic focus staring into the sunshine blind eyes of cultists who have found their version of god on heathen earth somewhere through smoke and mirrors as much as calligraphic chicanery trailing whatever documents and signatures are left behind as commercial version of holy relics from the masters from industry buried in their fancy crypts and haunting all steps anywhere after rapacious specters never relenting if ever they find any firm anchor in your mind, horrid visions as much mine whether asleep or awake…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…in control of our businesses, meddling and peddling our wares housed and expressed serious whims that fancy wounds to dig into and exploit in order for there to be resolution of any sort available even if it causes lasting damage one cannot heal as the more rapacious qualities of humanity break loose and poison the well from which we stem and arise revived and surviving these tribal tribulations before expiring in hopes that spontaneous combustion strikes us all with our frozen ashes remaining just long enough the computer-verse can register this intense frailty that inhabits us as brief candle flicker our lives ever were Here, digging through the carcass of rust built upon kingdoms made out of faith alone sometimes lasting only single session yet assimilated into the greater whole of the next glorious society…’
‘…each other somehow more complicated than it seems whether reading these words to your own satisfaction finding value in some charnel thing channeled and hurled against the page or not for the amusement of few special species as our own to sort gold from the lead in our heads causing further complications unprepared for extremities, attitudes of vanity ensorcell we of weak nature to contain the inanity that perforates our being sustaining volatile components to our character that only lingers for as long as we are Here to fulfill some destiny or goal we might have slight chances to set personally for ourselves before the bucket can be kicked out from under senseless lending expensive items to be broken by inadequate hands that cannot feel the substantial importance while defining oneself amongst such hate…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…superseding what strange dynamics can be found throughout our separate journeys Here dealing with debris in order to follow oneself into the narrowed spaces of the coffin as resting stop, that finite engagement with reality we must all share with ourselves more than with any other because of its personal nature intrinsic to our existence aware of other frames of truth besides our own delusion offending the flight of anyone else believed undeserving to the attention or credit who wishes to partake madness seeps through the animal rind making all of us more than a little stir crazy screaming and blinded the smoke gets in our eyes from the fires we have started flailing out search parties to find flame retardant surfaces on which to work with while still Here, in some fashion or another…’
‘…of desolation desecrating human endeavor prematurely dropping fruit off far before ever ripening sanctified treasures of nature we barely comprehend much like ourselves unable to see properly when the mind is blind forcing ideologies on others to impressive subtle control commanding respect through antagonistic methods constraining very little… much as any other civilization barrelling toward collapse one stone thrown against the thrones at a time slowly acting as the sand in the our glass of hours eroding away into the almost formlessness of everything else around us no matter how many individuals are victimized by the passing of time in such a manner without respect or etiquette to assuage our egos combined Here and reckless as separate perceptions having narrowed insight enough to survive cold critical nights of day endarkened us blinded by the light…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…as the romance continues to fluctuate and die in some regards captivity of complacence and ignorance ensnaring us to stay this way as we always have seemed regardless of the reality to perfection and its corrective behaviors create critics judges and executioners distilled as thought police left wandering without regulation toying mortality out of our hands or minds by substituting with what it is they want you to believe and obey until you decide otherwise for once, collapsing new reasons out of the ether to inspire yourself to move forward though tragedy as poetry would describe to us in varying voices as villages of unheard words build static that can be heard in low frequencies reverberating and connecting to something beyond us yet we still remain part of the debatable fortune of existence believing ourselves…’
‘…sacrificed to the grind by chewing as nature digests us in series of systems and its ornery machinery intending us to be relieved at the end of our station trained in life channeling energy through portals as porous receptacles our death transferring current senses beyond this flesh in present tenses flashes of insight as much preemptive witness moving separate from what we got used to the usual reality defining perspective into layers as old as this detritus underneath our feet smashed into retaining its present aspects of growth going from unspoiled earth alone in quiet nature as vast space shrinks ever more precariously indulging the more selfish aspects of ourselves Here quisling interests pushing preemptive betrayal forward factions confrontational anarchy fish swimming a pace out through this wholly sea voyage fighting the current mainstream distressed…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…from our mortality filtered through astringent qualities and rituals used to purify ourselves of deeper subtle layers of intersecting emotions with imprinted memories whose triggering presence can sometimes be misconstrued as comforting when one has only known dread for all their lives most without any breaks yet breaking somehow from this cruelty inflicted, manic impressions deciphered in flashes of memory suppressed repressed and utterly obsessed with correcting actions as defensive measures taken early on camouflaging anonymity from being perceived wrongly by ones outside judging those more engaged than themselves choosing to assume distracted elements vicariously avoiding detectability achieving overarching goals while fears of failure remain controlling us unaware of the puppetry swing set raw tallow ready to be turned into candles burning at both ends…’
‘…vital to resistance residual from the forces that moved through us cycling naturally most times heathen spirits confused with demons of the most malicious stripe but this extreme is by extension unreal manifesting as stereotypical conflict molesting all passengers on board whose opinions raise flags, sunshine blind side effects of the dead laser in the sky scrying through the cryings from souls crystalized values during these trying times like always afflicting us with doubt beholden to ourselves Here inflection of treachery found in paranoia fundamental into whose foundation nests all sorts of unclean manifestations correlative to those disparaging minds always relentlessly wanting to know something more as that is their sole active form of control instability changes us equally as well shaping increments of our cellular sand as organic data restless for answers…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…between stellar conduits unseen but always assembling structure beyond itself no difference holy or dirty because of this density of interdependence within ourselves abilities to connect to other worlds collecting details and data further still breaking our picturesque view of perfection are gloss and gossamer dressings, compared to the vast contrast that recreates us repeatedly Here often with little luxury or fanfare seen until posthumous and serious case of ceasing to exist shriveling into the nothing as background impulse layered in levels throughout conscious pieces of dreaming this massive of a microcosm reflecting synchronous boundaries embodied in parallel circuits of essence including very little sense of itself or any of the parameters conscripting pieces from the larger whole while digging out temporarily pockets of dimensional anonymity our own minds…’