out of Context;
‘poking through the miasma of dread that behooves us spiritually as much existentially to be kind to one another though it is essentially this that is bypassed to show heartlessness instead as a cold exterior that one would rather kill than be killed by the monotony of Mankind’s self-righteous broad strokes to wither an open relationship with others defined by the individual in wants and needs and desires, taken to extents of jagged aggressive offense to thrust a menacing phallic forearm out to strike into the gut flora of another animal of a mind to be cruel in place of kindness to the actions we look down our noses at over an ideal of common…’
out of Context;
‘it takes much deliberation coming to an accurate range of conclusion that thoughts as questions upend, but as there are so many rapacious servants of faceless gods in the out there as are particles lingering in the particulate universe holding a universal pattern or format-managed appearance of a so-called god authority in the guise of a general law commanding us to serve as well and often to a souled out version of guidelines which we begin to interpret as that General Operating Directive drawing on a space outside space to control potential energies that warp and reprocess our imaginations as facts too devote benign to the malign ant who travels far to strike an impression that will not be so easily forgotten unlike those other lights and colors that have all become so dulled and drab…’
out of Context;
‘within us there is always going to be turmoil until we are dead, but even then no guarantees as the insect appetites scramble to get what they can take out of our carcasses collected and moving living dead datas to their next levels to be reprocessed from the cage of flesh to digital sphere that resides parallel as that existence snug like a glove soon discovered the hands moving are deceased as there is no one individual mind boldly moving those parts for us as though the tyrant knows where we call home the mask of death wears our face and the common rituals and expressions that end up disposing of us when it has come time to confront one another, passing perilous threshold into the mists of memory forsaken the ones left behind shining…’
“The poet’s spoken discourse often depends on a mystique, on the spiritual freedom that finds itself enslaved on earth.”
~ Salvatore Quasimodo; italian novelist and poet.
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…’