out of Context;
‘the words are used to condemn as reflect what we see inside of other souls our cells as soul are power that is scared by vulnerability being defensive at any and all costs to protect that only inner child as hidden as it is rambunctious and juvenile fighting and resisting both tooth and nail at the stolid solid sold-out adult as an authority to indoctrinate the youth through a charming swoon as call and response to the troops, it is this way that the novelty breaks out of previous molds conforming us to what we are told in a style that is reminiscent upon the term ‘learned helplessness’ that you could say drives us to herd as like single-minded the pack of cattle squished together and crowded mewling in panic…’
out of Context;
‘for oneself much like any a modern magick is formulated to pull those blinders off our senses to clear the lenses of their obstruction as they dispose of our ability to move fluidly through in this ‘maithunam dravyam’ as the unrefined feel from an intercourse we as multiple parties share twined together either through intimacy or the relationships to each other that sustains and gives us some purpose to defend, but not to the extent then that lessons remain carved onto our foreheads as an external reminder hazing us in the present day no matter how the modern accessibility dreams between soul and functional as when that surging hot thrust of sexual play occurs momentarily that has only seemed to inhabit our fantasy lands until Now when we are out defending the castle or whatever it is…’
out of Context;
‘values set forth by revered ancestors… now dead gone far beyond the altered states of perception that we adore in this kingdom of the bored so jammed as a unit together into a realm of pure ennui or indifference filled with discontents who honor no authorities offering very few items of solace when confronted with this stagnation that brews and ferments mood as though the likeliest of suspects affected by this off-kilter synchronization managed by hosts and those parasitical fools that feed from off their chosen suscept when found…’
out of Context;
‘sorting saints who hang back unseen tinted darker than they first seem when traits get handed down to those who require them in an engaging of the system that files us down to the barest details, but we are currently the beings for whom this adventure was made whether as serpent attempting to change the universe or as damsel in distress pushed to the edges of sanity by the forces that push this wily and manipulative by genial polite society hiding within the dirty edges of nonsense spinning us in some directions we ought not take too lightly as we go to fight the enemy…’
out of Context;
‘unwary as the deep pool swallows the naive or ignorant with equal discrimination, but in this digital binary crypt we have found many avatars and solutions to solidify our place in this cosmos of dust and dusky horizons as closing eyes upon our current era which feels kind of uncertain even though there are many motives pushing from within as well as outside realizing that pressure comes through the tension created and manipulated by the least humane of our human beings Here having chosen loose and fast rules of recklessness to the detriment of all other beings involved or Here in the periphery… so we flip the script of whatever it is as written laws or otherwise whether the trials or tribulations of life and debt…’
“My dad told me that no one could ever make it as a writer, that my chances were equivalent to winning the lottery – which was good for me, because I like to have something to prove.”
~ Billy Martin “Poppy Z. Brite”; american author.
out of Context;
‘great conflict attempting to find resolution in random pieces assuming a relevance puzzling the parts already found in play, but fear fits its’ roles very much so using the power displayed to sway people in such tight circles that the revolutions run into each other sometimes crashing and clashing philosophies together as to make not only new viewpoints manifest but also creating a cacophonous dialogue which seeks out any conclusion that can be satisfactory for all parties even those not thrown for fun or devoted to mindless self-indulgent entertainment where displacement is purely cold and professional… the exchanging of money moaning subtly under the breath as befits these puerile characters we have today become…’
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‘subdued by a sad sac of tricks in this trade whose new age has dawned upon strange commercial uses for our spirituality that were always there though would have been previously attained to make bargains with the gods in the form of sacrifices that usually had the bloodiest elements involved into a grotesque madness that has and would end up leaving the people we are now wounded and confused by all those rituals and rites done before we made it to this life Now swimming through the ethers, as savages we have been mad at our inferiority inasmuch as it seems the anger comes from frustration whose dead end is either an eventual resolution or an escalation of tension and perhaps violence…’
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‘conventions we attain through this limited sight seen from a thousand senses when it comes to the scale of this cosmic force, but what is this corollary drawn from the source of miracles and manacles all used to captivate and silently begin eliminating those so-called ‘undesirables’ that grow up inside of a society that cares not for them but a choking constraint like that is only the fabrication of propagandist keening and a screaming for an infidel loyal to an opposing cause with which to vilify and exile as though it were truly a natural act exercised to perform a just management of dead spirits and the groups of people who worship these memories through pictures obscene abstracted from the once wholesome idealisms of print…’
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‘feeling as if this programming were certain and we can put absolute trust in any concept that hasn’t yet allowed itself to evolve because of the cacophony all those castrating voices carry within this network of symbols connecting the archetypes of a consciousness embedded Here if as it appears to be is not already too good to be true, but we never have an adequate gauge of this in a system trying its’ damnedest to get our reasoning chained to the popular opinions of an auto-piloted day and age while we channel the changing programs through our soul stuff that leaks out fluctuating inside as much outside of the complex head we’re all within as consciousness subsumes who it is we think could be ourselves…’