out of Context;
‘i have not thrown in my electoral two cents with any of those of the proposed candidates as none have the qualities worth this chance taken as opportunity to rule a “free†world as the opportunists have long controlled this old heathen realm by Now all terrorizers and vile servant snakes running some of the grassroots campaigns that have brought and been bought by the wicked who only wish to keep their world under a tight constraint while we as the children roam reckless from the heat of obnoxious transactions gone so rancid and reviled by the rest of the world populace… mingling their toxic concepts with heretofore accepted common sense sequences to create hybrids of madness and mayhem crawling like beasts from the body pit where we have tossed all of the useless…’
out of Context;
‘pyramid schemes that are worthless to those of us at the bottom scraping the barrel for more when what we get is less then becomes the least common denominator dominating impression amongst the people shone hologram passes to other worlds only ever dreamed because they lie dormant inside of us where body as mind has fused with the concept of mind as a body… sage advice only works for so long before irrelevance kicks in and exiles the remaining pockets of these ideas ascertained as fact while gigantic computers and monitors housed in secretive facilities have their say in this country’s protection through networks of a kind no mere human can fathom alone as information swarms all around us…’
out of Context;
‘the struggles never end Here where some would say the sidewalk ends though rainbows thrown afar into the winds that cast rain and storms and it even snows our way sometimes waist deep the further we go as impeded by the cold and ugly and indifferent attitudes as the change in seasons, we reason there are no reasons to go back when the track propels forward out of the darkness into the heart of the light as a diseased metaphor for the belief in an absolute of the infinite resource from which to draw all potential so it may become kinetic no matter what entheogen we take to enter the church of our subconscious motioning all the little sicknesses away because there is no use for us bowing down to weakness as though the only dominant force…’
out of Context;
‘the vanity in some creatures will only refuse to die if it has to be the sudden time to leave this mortal coil that sometimes wraps around our throats confusing these various interests we had before the collapse of both morals and a corporate ideology that has left us bankrupt and ruptured by all the cheap thrills corresponding with the cryptofascist miscommunication to impair the rational to find weakness moving with negative reinforcement all acting as impetus to deliver… a safety and shelter as sanctuary holding doors open for the budding saints we are trying to wedge what it is sanity has left ourselves terribly caught off-guard as an awkward means to an off-kilter end that sits and dreams waiting for the next arrival on this plane too bored to work…’
out of Context;
‘to fully flesh out this mythic zootopia left to manage by our own discretions, in excreting out certain situations people will never fathom until they occur to know then that some scenarios are true to fact clues that have defected from the Mystery all around us as if like a skin that may or may not shield us from the gamma rays about to hit pulverizing these strings of theory we have woven over this shell and other facts even scholars cannot retract or retrace into the ethers as the soft billowing cloud just over our grim acts beckoning toward that supposed silver lining crazily rapt around…’
out of Context;
‘faith is claimed as a fully intact reality through the vetoing of less banal more imaginative realities veritably singing the song as of all the absurd harmony, but who really needs to come to harm as the victim tenderized and left soft with too many predators as vectors of possible attack real or imagined becoming true when the urban superstition raises to such levels that fear starts roaming the streets in droves as clones of each other performing conformity like some kind of magic that ripples across the sage advice or wisdom of those ages before and after us Here… scientific conversion of people into mechanical animals Now delivering to the expectation on par with electrical circuitry trying to connect the various facets of people on-line as off the beaten path created by hippies and poets…’
out of Context;
‘we live on our own island of a myopic utopia in this consensus reality, and the ghost of our consciousness wishes to float free of the form though this is foolish to actualize before we are of a right mind and soul ready to do this as the junk we collect invites this as living singularity or hub for all these other forces swarming around looking for a sense of life while certainly not gone from this state of the natural redress that commands us to address what it is we were thinking to begin without this face we have grown used to… disreputable jewels of denial cast about senselessly like seeds dropped on rocky ground to call down a response from the heavens never-ending as restless cloud from which an everything reigns…’
“The strategic adversary is fascism… the fascism in us all, in our heads and in our everyday behavior, the fascism that causes us to love power, to desire the very thing that dominates and exploits us.”
~ Michel Foucault; french philosopher, social theorist, philologist and literary critic.
out of Context;
‘asking forgiveness in the belief of divine faith that overrides the stains made by human creatures taking shape in the waste, but the hammer strikes with the scythe rendering this discussion mute as much moot to their vacillations vivisecting inside the ruling class of their awful elitist dreams and glory casting others about like rag dolls to distort and harm without a retaliation vexing sting to keep those parties in a perpetual swing as to stop it all would kill the illusion which remains like a halo over our heads collected together Here my friends sharp as small jagged thorns stick and sacrifice the losers to honest whimsy… what is it to be regarded as simply divine or as legendary?…’
out of Context;
‘uncertain urges that are unforgiving, and Here we are a bit deeper in the nightmare than when we were previously being conceived as merely trivial bytes of dreams and flesh floating alive in the atmospheric womb stewing in septic fears and guilt trips gone awry until that most highly anticipated birth of the child whose worth fills out wholes left empty by those cowards and craven villains matched to meet the maker’s edging with the branding marks on the chest used to signify these commodities slow to lose value… the fulcrum of power a full turnaround devoured as the tale of the ouroboros in its traveling surge leaving crumbs of glory in the wake of this world ocean manipulated by waves of these peculiar individuals…’