out of Context;
‘smaller bodies bumping and dried into clumps as though like routine debris left after a number of procedures has been endured leaving spent fluids all over the place as the toxic spill patterns trying to find a way to be shed without ever dying away as concepts have an immaterial immortality all their own barely relying on the human germs to carry them further through layers of gluttony in obese release of fats and fevered flatulence that contort the guts under pressure opened up by those severed severely vain… so obsessed but not seeing the answer directly in front of us as sugar and diet remedies selectively kill a segment of the populace to control and devalue another portion somewhere else…’
out of Context;
‘we are the elemental butt of jokes made to our dissatisfaction by stabbing us through the heart as the abdomen strike used to fertilize the female bed bug through the evolved exceptions as a filtration system within that microcosmic turn of change preventing either bacteria fatal wounding and yet inseminating the body cavity in one traumatic stroke to perpetuate a species that has evolved with humans as one of many parasitic dwellers within and without us…’
out of Context;
‘approval in the harsh light of day where the authorities roam bestial like they’ve owned this place since forever had ever began though these creatures are merely authors given enough clout as privilege whose respect ones are born into now without having to prove their worth to the rest, but no doubt trials and tribulations abound though sometimes these challenges are left upon the back burner boiling to a stew and swelter until something else percolates to the surface as could be any number of things considered trivial by the general public that only the authors have foreseen as vision…’
out of Context;
‘a Mankind utilizing tyrannical methods to coax selfish logic out of whosoever crosses paths with one of these false profits inflating themselves to perilous proportions of a giving-to-take sequence allowing for their abuse of resources and labor by incredible strokes of the imagination not a fully-realized gimmick until it has swept us through a gauntlet of subconscious body politick as real progression can conform without the pressures and hassle of these ant-like creatures crawling in out to surface trying to peel back the foreskin of liberty to circumcise all the circumstances…’
“Rooting in work is crucial to any accomplishment. Rooting in mere enthusiasm will in the long run force illusory measures to keep the fires of empty enthusiasm going. And this makes politics and politicians.”
~ Wilhelm Reich; austrian-american iconoclastic psychoanalyst, author and orgone innovator.
out of Context;
‘vanish into the horizon line making politeness worthless under the inadequate conditions that breed darkness in us the germs and discomfort that control tries to restore through archaic means that do nothing but save face in the long play of life as a record to take note of the energy and followthrough while the terror at confrontation eats at our consciousness and creates dramatics shifting all people places and things over the course of these unfathomable and ineffable times and events in which we live…’
out of Context;
‘tragic realism as mission to explore the social mind further, and evidence for a truth is difficult to come by when one’s own senses betray the person through things of comfort and a familiarity adapted as ritual to conform one’s reality to that consensus soon willed forward by culture and an ideal of civilization that is not so civil as the wars created thusly are cruel reminders that society has a lot farther to go than Here…’
out of Context;
‘the resonating repercussions struck playing us against one another so convinced of our own righteous stakes to be claimed by these casually caustic voices who restrain us inside of our own heads through thinking in these uniquely individual states united by genetic dispositions and environmental equivalents of the sense of duty and honor that plague our offended egos, but subversive directions permeate the vastly stuffed reality into a pregnant and oversaturated compression that raises the levels of tension like the moon with the tides in repetition fully and unavoidably present in the suspension of disbelief Here too unorganized…’
out of Context;
‘mating whomever the vicious wish to split in twain once falling farther than the rites of passing on into rituals that inhabit our souls to bring about particular behaviors that match or further their desires or wants… as ghosts we do swarm like gnats gathered to be inseminated by information hearing new or good things that chime this bringing crimes of joy deep into our brainpans to summon the creations if needed to dispatch of some task that is uneasy for the human article born under many bad signs of which mortality is one though certainly not the most audacious grave-digging as the winds howling pitch and bend letting us know respect comes through blasts of intimidation…’
out of Context;
‘yield a lucky couple of feet along ahead of the rest of the pack opening out with the wolves roaring and snarling into the cold err of way less compassionate creatures such as us berserk and twisting inside these crypts as coded mediators punching keys whose locks will not turn, within the tumbling churn as remedy follows syndrome whose ease is a communication ill in diseasing the herds as in almost everything has the urgent tendency to take over or to put it another way to dominate in a sense that the paradigm of opportunism pressuring us to be dolls and puppets being set up and manipulated like toys to be tossed aside or back into a silent darkness…’