out of Context;
‘as metaphor for a dialogue between mind and body perhaps, though still answers elude our curiosity driving us like a cruise missile to demolish any sanctity that would stand in resistance that the skeptical might have in confronting faith as related through personal diversions of a ministered flock in congregating around the words and interpretations of their chosen scholar whose only true devotion need be to the Self as inspired by god even if that means killing hundreds of thousands in wars and converting those who know not the inherent truth to your systemic inflection virally spiraling in toward an end which we know not as a finish…’
out of Context;
‘a privileged effect of ego consciousness to want constantly winning out against whatever the lesser traits of a designed human individuation destined with dualistic subroutines to utilize all of the urges the animal can glean from itself and all of its’ peoples whether as isolated and astray from the herd of human contact in reflective periods of emotional feedback, or somehow a remembering the memories and experiences from gathered lives as an ever-expanding tree of life grows beyond those dreams and fetters of materialism now substituting a maternal instinct to care for each other as parts of the greater unit relying on the group to create a sensation of gathered loving attention…’
out of Context;
‘a complacency that compels no one any further than the where they are Now… as time passes me i realize i ain’t no tourist in this place that eats children by sucking their souls into the material to test and retrain those who might refrain from participating as everyone sooner or later becomes a participant occupying to reconfigure their smallest cells as the DNA and RNA rival and ripple the information in various states of acceptance as a microcosmic bartering exchange that you would miss if you blinked, a peace of ourselves…’
out of Context;
‘a humanity have spilled forth like from out the damned Pandora’s box teased at in myth… the Mystery includes us no matter who we are today as it is this time travel transition from ideas to animals to personas of interest throughout the annals of a vague history filling pages that virtually no one will read as the digital bubble subsumes our paradigm of living sigils born each with an agenda to complete once the concepts make themselves a known to people, selves themed with any type of mood or ideal made real and fleshed out as humans swept up into the consequences of action as some of us are prone to being caught up within others’ schemes taken to the dramatic extremes in exposing a vulnerability inside of ourselves personally…’
out of Context;
‘with a placebo effect quickness even though as shoddy substitute as it is for eliminative function trying to eliminate the natives to whom have been chosen as a humanity to be told what to do by their masters of lore and knowledge creating effective symbols through what as it is to be learned and filtered by the means of a human nature choosing a harsh grinding absolution, speaking by hybrid utterance in prose poetic supposing a new way to tell a tale about the perspective of a universe under whose mighty jurisfiction we fit to almost as opposable nesting dolls that expand from the beginning outward on a journey that no one can accurately describe from the outside…’
out of Context;
‘people take the orders that make them monsters as a world that ignores the pain and the grief as much as it can tolerate before breaking the humans and other parts into waste that gets recycled as paste into the soylent green dreams of apocalypse visions mutating both participants and observers in abstract ranges of depths creating the obnoxious regulars that stem from these ritualized realities all butting together as homogenous picture, as nothing that really matters can be called ‘shit’ by those who endeavor to realize more about what it is they desire even when disastrous desire turns sadistic as games layered…’
out of Context;
‘metempsychosis as the mentality vitally demotes us a farce throwing villainous sparks out to ignite those rampant wildfires purging of what meaning lies there in pretend and the pretensions that admit without hesitation as sum by-product lain on the slab by human hands altering reality upon an altar that stands firm against the opposed traffic and travails of the herd mentality mating and fingering many escapees unscrupulously…’
“The desire to be loved is really death when it comes to art.”
~ David Cronenberg; canadian filmmaker, screenwriter and actor.
out of Context;
‘agent of sour sources and bitter emotional scars as they raise up razed and scarred stinging with pain as the healing takes over the nerve fibers gathered at each point along their way to your brain trying to escape these dismal offensive thoughts that scatter and spur those totally vicious of vision on to appear strong as their volatile strength thrown around like a weight attempting to strike someone down unaware of the venom in irony and sarcasm as abused trusting with thrusting stabs the righteous swings of courage while a chilling divorce between body and mind disturbs those of uncertain choices, the emotional scars chilling a scare down the spine…’
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‘fear and tragedy reign down upon a lost people whose glimmer of happiness lies in the reductive value acquired by material abject given more credence than ones who make and produce through the inspirational dynamic aspiring to be or do more with the limited time Here among the cycles of shaped organism spinning like webs of knotted organic chains with words of advice disguised by the propagandese of the proper authorities sporting distortion like a knife slick with gore and gleam of battlefields heady with the spirit of war, and modern warriors now walk brainwashed rushing to the fore of an ideological warfare fanned by the flames of any direct conflict that wanders their way…’