out of Context;
’embrace an open mind in which to view things by a variable light… as it seems to me enlightenment is what we are all striving to shoot for through our dreams though not in a truly ideal civilization where today a drama of society gathers like a sinister momentum Now summoned up by political ticks and distorted by facial twitches with their cheap false politeness draining the guts out of this nation of saps dripping out purged energies and the victimized citizens whose consumerism changes them into the same vicious predators as the victors who pillage and conquer, we laugh at the jokes that are made in the expensive selling of others as sense of the objective this way a struggling and suffering that leaves us rude as we adjust our perspective filters to fit…’
out of Context;
‘fearful suspension in a dimension of disbelief we barely perceive not able to crawl out from underneath displaced by our fates in Here chasing cosmic debris like thoughts into words remaining unseen until utilized properly, a series of disdainful measures taken against humanity throughout all the ages amassing like a wall of bricks and blocks placed ahead of us in our race to a finishing end alongside those paths we have been prevented from taking to circumvent these disasters in an imperfect heaven of monitored creatures as living beings though dissected once dead to scrape the genes from the inside of the head to study the many parts of this social anatomy…’
out of Context;
‘as holier than thou to possess these instincts as well as these experiences which bias and offend becoming catalyst to the social drama reset to start again whether a daytime epic that fuses a working life inside of a contingent myth as lengths of linear time frame the mind striving to advance beyond these oft-contemptible ages as an immortality craved by those oblivious eyes and devout minds of a paranoid being snuffed out at a moment’s peace as a preparation for the end as penultimate goal to surviving this cosmic shank in the spine used as a demon logic of an imperial swine song sung along to with ignorant obnoxious wails…’
out of Context;
‘as smoking can be one of those outcast habits taken for granted Here in this day and age as decay and slave wages leading the dreams of another day astray addicted to a pain as a need that will not relent for anything but curious for the new as it estranges the old as popular intrusive trends move through societies like sickness trying in vain to redeem those qualities thought lost or useless and toxic as a cosmic recycling program denoted by sages passed, out and over with the immortal of vernacular in words become as coins dripping from the golden lips of the goosed flesh of national debt creating a tension in our midst with heads full of ideas and no one to listen without the filter of a judgment to really listen…’
the self-fulfilling prophesies triggering a constricted air hole through which to breathe in the tiny bits and bytes of informative fuel that can inspire us to greater feats of whose foibles are tracked in consistent lock and step all throughout our cycles on this planet making a sub-optimal choice for our own reasons as seasoned by our individual attitudes and perspective suspects subjective in this a rat race made misery to quell curiosity that humans naturally feel in spite of the programming used to seal us inside, to determine a fate for ourselves when the weight of the world sits upon our shoulders each together though apart as clockwork cogs barely cognizant of the system surrounding us working a motivational motor of mojo on our parts through the demi-semi-quasi-waiving sounds that seem to be a stewing throughout the cosmos …
“All relationships change the brain – but most important are the intimate bonds that foster or fail us, altering the delicate circuits that shape memories, emotions and that ultimate souvenir, the self.”
~ Diane Ackerman; american author, poet and naturalist.
out of Context;
‘on demand under a natural management, but we exploit and expand using the edges to mimic and mock this mystical production on command to be controlled existence called ‘Mankind’ as the new religious icon as holy and dazed as much deified and razed up as savior to humanity’s ways curious and cruel at this same time… no shaving emptiness off of these lies as they dance across the eyes and ears to settle the arguments and their people in the seats of power they have become used to as ineffectual demons sunk into the hellish oblivion we are made to live through…’
out of Context;
‘inside such a succulently-caged organism… this shameless age of endarkenment that is making little sense as example because a logic in retrospect hasn’t occurred to affect positively the trend to switch these frames and phrases in order to meet any demand needed to break the cycles upon cycles of which deliberate obscurity a subtle sheet of proliferating ignorance moving slowly clouds in the mind’s sky stormy, in that fluctuating organ allowing for sight into imagination as the positions where a mortal life remains tethered to the Here and Now though this “mind†as we yet know it doesn’t need to stay completely immersed in an organic reality…’
firstly, how does jesus or any religious figure from the past or any other time in history become any holy functionary or missionary of function perhaps as better put into words within code embedded into the human heart to try solving these alien problems by creating yet more problems that no other person contains a logical conclusion without some prevalence of literal interpretation of all kinds by their scriptures in order to justify the beliefs of the few, and then secondly what exactly is my definition of a proto-eso-terrorist… romantically, in an attempt to understand ourselves from other eras to some extent i believe, we are drawn into the suffering of these christ figures from ages past because they can reveal a deeper substance within us all that should not be undermined by a superficial excess as promoted by …
out of Context;
‘a steady droning rhythm coalesces from the air observing the odd moods enchanting as a stubborn object implemented into this muscular tapestry displaying a harmony of synchronization moving from the subtle station to shroud through our substance, and resonating so deeply in its penetrations of spiritual ebb and flow through cosmic wave gyrating slowly by our standards as like a glacier causing a change too personal yet to command a better mental shield that should appear and protect those unaware of this as a perception switching movement occurring between us because of this, in a distinct tension created by the mere mention of any sensitive subjects…’