out of Context;
‘being tossed around like debris caught and launched in rag doll circles shaken to ever more confused traces of this conditional presence residing Here lost among the other zombie drones moving in time with the biologic clock of terror ticking down the moments as they flux and waver not always assured of what is really going on, but we are free to choose and make choices as we see fit even if these quasi-retarded fits become crucial fixes to retain some personal semblance of control that ideally will never be disposable like the things we consume so easily with what remains left a sodden mass for generations to come swimming through the consequential waste as collateral to the finite chase of childish sport pushing others to force their hands to abort this cycle of menace…’
out of Context;
‘imposing great hardship or strain as a stain or memory upon the brain as electric sensation shocks off the layers of threatening glamour that steals our attention paid to the dealer whose hand lies hidden a few inches from our faces while the tricks are in action startling the light from our eyes to ask why and how these things did appear true when obviously they were merely illusions holding captive to logic in a way estranged from that a mob mentality whose fingers rest upon perception as tool…’
out of Context;
‘against the strength of collective say swaying opinion and our ideas of ourselves so out of proportion with the general law crushing out our instincts from those it chooses to use intellect instead though at the expense of compassion either way as babies fed onto the conveyor belt whims of society left to fend through those mentors and friends until these loathsome mires and pits of inviting the degradation and depravity open up as we have had enough of their obnoxious facets… but we are the real fascists set on making everything more than it seems to be if only for our own gratification selfish in the long run as plans for maintaining control further as this humane illusion Now threatening the suspect agents of fortune who maybe can work with our collected best interests in mind…’
“The more one listens to ordinary conversations the more apparent it becomes that the reasoning faculties of the brain take little part in the direction of the vocal organs.”
~ Edgar Rice Burroughs; american author.
out of Context;
‘complicated by obligations to the larger circles of society and tightening further within as close friends and family held together unlike co-workers and acquaintances who flit in and out like ghosts at the periphery, and yet deeper thought requires delving into the soul resembling as spirits whose voices radiate with encoded information all surging through the weft and warp of this cosmic tapestry woven perhaps as a blanket or a safety net held out by those invisible gods and goddesses always in motion making things this way or that as lineareality bends the projected image when enlightenment shines through personal lenses set to view the visions as they are… freed to choose words we use for ourselves and letting others in some way figure out their own missions through this human refuse revolting as much a revolution…’
out of Context;
‘a reluctant donor to risk when fear is allowed to rule over our lives keeping us from the full experiences of living, and we push the buttons and are stepping upon nerves crackling the eggshells glued together as amended by the wayward uses that people have for each other in this messy existence pining for credibility sometimes when least expected because of the surprise disguised inside the kinds of creatures we can be to see fragments of the surging cosmic filament warp and weft those uniting our collaborative depths and dissected from a whole by some of us that view control as a defining pieces and the parts from the rest… to wed a fervor for science as base to a zealous will of religious imperiousness as emotional alchemy to span the remains of these aeons left…’
out of Context;
‘reinforcement of our dreams as visions of the future we have chosen to blossom into a state of reality reserved for those that can make it happen unless that requires the destructive likenesses on par with the gods and monsters one and the same who jerk around these ancestral shenanigans a tailspin at a time as modern forces collide like waves both under and over the surface of this mighty a collective sea as it ripples and drifts through those dreaming schemes related as many others buried fathoms deep in the godlike unconscious expanding further than our physical lives could ever deny, in a spastic tribe of dancers macabre like this makes the whirling seem worth it before the magic scares away any holy dervishes from their temple slaves as we move on climbing…’
out of Context;
‘feeling absolutely helpless and yet aggressive about it, craving to take from other people what they have as a source of selfish exploits that often times lead to nonsense conclusions for the ones trying to cover their tracks with steaming piles of bullshit thinking this is the way it has got to be as we were all falsely made to believe rising up from primordial sensations to self-awareness while in further complications to assert which of these various lines leads to your desires as when queued up and jammed against other parties that bring the noise as much a light pollution degrading us all to cling to an ideal of balance as the truest of factors absorbing one’s ambitions for better things, but on a trail of tears that never seems to stop in the tight traffic…’
out of Context;
‘the confusion and chaos rejecting orders tenaciously used to a fault to translate intellectual energy into that which becomes a cliche and is dismissed for not remaining up-to-date with the rest of this spinning cohesive camouflage that this cosmos will not allow us to be a witness to in the full range of that universe keeping us in cheque with all this pressure crushing us to the ground gearing us up for death and that tragic wasted youth that fuels this plunge forward, and yet the cannibals will not relent in their restless assaulting upon the senses attempting to take control of our brains from the inside as insidious viral tines poking through the mental layers to peel back social filters and the personality traits in order to subdue the soul within while scraping the human meat…’
out of Context;
‘lesion in the minds of a reinforced conformity with a bigger contingent of the populace moving in a uniform fashion than we may think similar to villi squeezing and pushing us through as though autonomous mob mentality digesting the future while from the present time periods in motion are sorting pieces within this cosmic transit system pushing along, a finger of doom pressing those buttons both of the chemical brain and the nervous character polarized by this awkward attack to understand this physical presence taking on new details as they appear and are relevant to the rest of the current message always muttered under breaths in words untethered to any source of the material, and the mind transmits alternate patterns to create dimensions from this beast as resides in the flows and eddies of potential energy…’