out of Context;
‘discussions between friends and foes alike somewhere… the teasing of a massive mob mission mentioned as decision made to try fixing those fixated on a harmful intention stayed as the hand of fate turning into puppeteer by humans lacking a faith reinforced by little more than imagination gluing pieces into brittle amalgam as cheap movement tries to stay structured, genetic encoding standard dying to vie for some alternate futures stored kept cold and stocked in the back where unknown history is open for the challenged debating as staked claiming to judge and demand a hassling shock set loose…’
you are the epitome of stupid or perhaps ignorant as the fear washes over you and your frequent lies you say are true though of what standard measured are we so subdued from establishing free contact to these parts of our universal culture instead of the biased by-product of the mass-evading concern for compassion in part reinforcing the shapes of the traditional amid the troubling dissenters whose known curiosity admits their weakness to question aspects they do not know as fact, those suspicious factors attacked with no graceful approach in a statement of violence rather static and obnoxious to witness as the howls of victim and victor share in a space thoroughly devoid of happiness or respect but only an animal instinct latching onto the weapons of war and cruelty of terror and atrocity as the various social plagues …
out of Context;
‘laugh now at the dismissing ways of the ignorant mass stiff with competitive opportunism up its ass like a stick stuck even as this charismatic cystemic infection is in a process of covertly coveting your ass trying to scare you into choosing any sides in a subtle struggle to become dominant, the cruel insulting jokes choking a soft oft-mated companion in cheque by the patterns of chosen games piling up like unwanted discards in a deck before the dealing of hands we are given to raise up to the privilege of our past seeking defensive glances as we soon hold information to which we are privy far too close to our chests to ever read clearly…’
out of Context;
‘histrionic account of what it is happened since we arrived on this planet… male energy as masochistic as machismo infecting a worldwide worry machine manifest as the natural mutant to harsh and obscene consequences officiated by oblivious idiots too obvious to take anything real seriously except for their own selfish welfare distorted in a proportion out of place with what real living takes, and yet the idols we seem used to as worship were all men figured as leader respected more than others even though their powers were only as good as the people who chose to follow them speculating a future without their savior too late to claim a fruitful escape from history turned chains by civilizations of consensus spent warping time and space…’
out of Context;
‘as the top flows fluidly into the bottom throes of a loaded cosmic barrel without the notice of more than a few individual visions made to fit the mainstreaming as powerful functional meaning into the solid words we say so casually, i see with the eyes of god in the voice of this man within who is me trying to move so carefully amid these entrapping things that sting and burn and enmesh with reality and my perceptions of what is real, and dealing with askew a dichotomy of phobic intent searching as like a wailing banshee to free the demon quirk afflicting our sights as they meld with the rest…’
out of Context;
‘the damage is caused then cleaned up like nothing had ever happened in the first place with deceiving seeds seated at the start of a dysfunction made real in consequence to deal with for many of these as generations to come bleeding through like light shown through a prism… the separate strands of colors our selves drip down to pool at our feet like a worshipful tribe to imbibe for our approval the gist and the jism of the situation presented before us, many of us caught up in following our bliss that we do not ever seem to see the other side as terror ablyss to contradict our needs and desires from the manifest as a simple investing in ourselves, but curious if we hear our hearts why fear our fearts?…’
out of Context;
‘through immortal time awaiting personal approval to seek substance after this death is received with our voice then going quiet as the personal GOD (grand operating directive) which is our own dies with us each unto ourselves and all lives we have touched and touches ours becomes something more than just this, as relic recollecting what was and is to query the enchantment laid thousands of years ago what the concept to build this titanous empire truly meant questioning a queer faith not faultless at all by default as we stall along the precipice of cliff’s edge thought a tight lair opened up by those so entranced to enter the dragon falling as a stone from the sky…’
out of Context;
‘left with a helpless jobbery robbing us of our dignity instinct for a freedom in distracted boredom without ideas to enslave or escape made tainted by our faith in mindless idiot dismissal of outside integers compliment to bans and taboos as which can traumatize and confuse our movements, dropping jobbies upon the lawn of any elitist sociopathic blight screwing our ears closed to other truths via the mind-wiping urge designated progress by some affluent side of vying to understand this human plague any further by torturing and then starving the creative impulse through opportunistic ides of mechanism turned modern profits in murderous attempts at gaining played, and the jobsworth fools with their petty wits wrapped around themselves in vicious defensive stance…’
“The new always happens against the overwhelming odds of statistical laws and their probability, which for all practical, everyday purposes amounts to certainty; the new therefore always appears in the guise of a miracle.”
~ Hannah Arendt; german-american political theorist and philosopher.
i hate you, and your lazy ways looking for the opportunity whenever it lays in your path to betray and exploit or display and distort any truth to the situation out of guilt or shame for the words as you might have used them in error to your idiotic melees with the powers-that-be casually random which is pitiful behavior to remain an adulterated specimen yet barely an adult fully-grown to size up with as many of the rest of these capable people amongst you, might as well call it quits before dancing gig is up while a big wig with a name souled amidst the buyers’ blitz as zeitgeist jinx on all good things that may haps comes to pass as a bold expression revolting against the timelessness of these as hollow phases we go through again and again …