out of Context;
‘in a will to a win, that fortuitous spin of favorable information that sometimes acting as mechanical pulley to be informed and as are many our sources now waving their standards just angled a slight bit differently than the rest with their roving armies of a punditry that pander to the most offensive as least common denomination that from this Mankind-made cess of suck stuck pooling each group gathering together feeding off of the stronger individuals first who have sacrificed themselves to provoke humanity toward an enlightened edge that our most blunted minds do not see, but as powers-that-be only stay that way so long as we obey swaying to a distracting consumer rebate in an offer that is always ending up for the debate between hypocritical interpreters versus the verses of hypothetical thinkers…’
out of Context;
‘one’s heart as the golden apple of that eye remaining open as the other eyes have closed out of rejection for a thing judged too much or too little or too late in any event though as is the scheme of shifting things like the sand in our shoes combing the collective Akashic record of all the meanwhile, off-ended with tendrils of the shadowy and unforgiving to those that do not sort out their own solutions as the thematic tug upon human subconsciousness as continuum currently whirring and humming with brief encounters beached upon the straits narrowed to eliminate the petty from the pretty if when centering the sinister as thoughtful case in favor against their antagonistic nemesis as protagonist counterparts the villainous greedy heroes zeroing in with their mob mentality…’
out of Context;
‘those corrupt pantheons of a past terror morphing into realms beyond the unaware teased as a nation of followers forced to do what we are to tell them what absolutes as a particular person sees it trying to change that lazy loophole lemniscating a mobius stripper’s dance macabre shaking that asshole finger of accusation committing us to serve the hive mind, and betray ourselves seeking solace of a kind while politeness quakes under the auspices of privilege and wealth distributed to only a handful of picaresque goads acting as substitute demigod for a particular stance or cause believed in as a fact…’
out of Context;
‘conscious receivers of signals yet predefined arbitrary by the technicality of a chemical certainty… the surgery was a success as tribal neoanderthals and bromagnons arose wedded to the homosapiens genetic material thanks to those ancient aliens in a position to adapt the alterations of the species to evolve and commit various individuals to task with these changes for the supposed betterment of a Mankind even though an archaic misogynist mindset has overtaken these concepts to generate stereotypes derived from those archetypal sources of great spiritual worth and material value now plundered by dysfunctional avatars gone wild, once risen as sainted or demigod status it is the followers who continue on in the essence of their idle worship…’
out of Context;
‘any thoughtful reason that it would be this way at all the down-spiraling human ingenuity as cash crop of nations flounders in the mourning sun fought and assaulted by demoniacal souls who tread cautious lies lined up like rose hedges shaped subtly to strategizing intent in concepts that smell sweetly and look pretty up to a point, but hide the deepest darkest secrets that intrude upon communication of a truth personal and otherwise to mask and revive alternate routes confused by doubts where it is the humans whom decide to take their matters of weight to a place squarely upon another’s shoulders as a bold dramatic play to assert one’s will over someone else trying to swim through the sea of judgments in whose righteous obscuring of the facts as they are presented…’
“Happiness lies neither in vice nor in virtue; but in the manner we appreciate the one and the other, and the choice we make pursuant to our individual organization.”
~ Marquis (Donatien Alphonse Francois) de Sade; French aristocrat, philosopher and author.
out of Context;
‘verbal remaining visual to the chain letters linked by the missing persons thought of value by the superficial societies that would rather dine upon the deities than risk as the courageous seekers who are eager to take one’s own reins and be damned with the rest of these rapists in changing terms to shift the shame and guilt upon one another until this system jerks to a halt, but ask what of the survivors whose opportunism trains them the best out of situations proposed like a test as government overloaded by the neoanderthals in our midst reflecting and projecting their animal stinks as camouflage to hide any sinister misinformation given as a credit to their nature as compassionless critter falsely naming themselves without flaws…’
out of Context;
‘this bleeding state of ignorance heaving up missionaries whose positions make them into superiors as much as syphilitic in the extreme designing this new world dream to which we have all donated in some sense, tiny and crawling on all of those hands and feats of this kingdom to maintain a sense of order even when we are all so horribly out of it as if a great number of these insignificant hours as disturbed become the stories and anecdotes we pass along with the ease of the virus more patterns of encoded information central to anything or to any reason a conscious entity might choose to be Here, or to have a right to be heard by these humans in their war on worship trying to vivisect every side to the battle or argument with analysis…’
out of Context;
‘taking on a weight from the others shouldered for the sake to lift another to a higher status quoted as being the top of the heap to reap what one has sewn into the fabric of reality whose gimmicks are as quick and extreme in the hindsight as the breezy daydreams of the foresight as a gift to see the symbols utilized by a future that appears to reinforce that hazy past behind us while the sleepers ever keep sleeping in moments swept together in the ethers Here, and our bodies house these substances that shift the sands of time even if we never had an hourglass figure or the diagram as vessel with which to work through variable patiences that sometimes condemn our conscious focus to atrophy in this competition for developed continuity…’
out of Context;
‘we play our songs looking for the piper and dancers to be there even when it is just you and me left to our own devices a queer singalong where everyone applies the same lyrical fancies that seems nasty to an ignorant fool whose taste in everything is limited by his privilege as demon seed sprouting wings and flying to seek rabid form of a fire-breathing devil with which to obtain this vampiric fortitude in order to prey upon victims in need of a simple savior, rock stars with flavor…’