out of Context;
‘signals describing the posturing world, this a cantankerous canker swore to us that nothing would go wrong pushing the opposite to the fore of this epic experiment that seems insane as the layers reverse and stack upon each other creating a weaving effect compressing our paradigm like a nugget of coal that is then squeezed by the pressure to become a diamond, and yet with this analogy there are still reasons that none of this social compress seems to come to fruition in the species of human crawling across the face of the heathen earth while still laughing and crying and living and dying oblivious to the garden with the manmade tumors growing up in its place as dead arms unable to send messages along the grapevine with any accuracy…’
out of Context;
‘a puzzling display of the thoughts taking shape as time wiles away the moments digested and catalogued as the pages in a book somewhere gathering dust or burned perhaps, and how far this is from a place we usually idealize literature like a literal intellectual architecture assembled from ages past present and future sighted and cited as the supreme sources forming a fundamental beginning to any study or endeavor as possible adventure… a censure of even a handful of these facts or ideas is enough to waylay the journey from happening to those persons that most require it as revitalizing force to be reckoned with moving a chrysalis state forward into breaking through to the other side of life seeing the pain and agony as stepping stones along the open trail…’
out of Context;
‘dealing with barbaric habits and traits as too close to breaking these odd chains connecting us through love without question though not altogether unconditional, a feeble attempt to coerce that oneself idealized truly into kickstarting this dormant understanding somehow to foolishly acquire our lives Here as holy psychic artifact left obtuse for all to use, and the demon semen are left to coagulate on the lips and in the wounds of those handful getting the brunt of the abuse from the careless and brutal whose torturous methods are satisfying only in a momentary eclipse of emotions euphoric for a brief interlude subsumed…’
out of Context;
‘wisdom emergent never finishes… the words as symbiotic magics urged to determine control and for some of us the manipulation of symbols and images in which mortal revelry adds to a chaotic chicanery in the symbolism to be sure whether therein lies the truth hanging like dangling mental jewelry used to perhaps make ourselves and the selfish cells we are looking as classy as the day that we had to be purged from the womb, but before lesson ever learned that we are to be consumed and consumer alike in the upright strife of dichotomy autonomously acting out the nature of aggression and projection even though it all leaves us as vessels Here…’
out of Context;
‘forced into the outside wildernesses… the words never to live up to their expectations as are lying littered along the sides of the information supra highways and byways with all their feeder roads leading to a home absorbed organic sum thing as the boldest love palpable and capable to palpitate the fear out of the heart beating and tearing and hearing the same rhetoric again and again as once deeply seated belief turned into sin, distorted by madness as retorted and reported once a melancholy err wafts over the crowded snare set to trap both those willing and this unwilling dementia that craves not to behave but to fathom the absolute depths of a conscious mess…’
out of Context;
‘pursuing the spoken word as fragment of this other realm where things get lost so easily in the silence that stings with quiet determination as sciences and faiths waging wars between those as enslaved and demon elite hordes who claim to have mastery over land sea and air to such a degree so as to be acquiring all those resources that are required to survive, considered a plan to derive a vague “greater good†process from all of those life-giving qualities Now defied by animosity in a scarcity implanted like dark seed to allow these pains and misery of the interested debt…’
out of Context;
‘higher intellect sorting through the psychic debris littered Here entreating the other side who resist this less docile image to repent and lament while picking up these randomly assorted pieces from the floor?… the archetypal core that one cannot merely read by signs and symbols alone as the symptoms of humanity worsen through the lens of a mechanical system that tries to absorb all constituent parts and details into an amalgam of momentum that teases and diseases these beings lost like parasites on whose ship of culture they appear as rats…’
out of Context;
‘captured on the long chain of tradition coiled around our wrists and our waists and ankles with some held close by their chins or necks choked and floating about in this odd limbo, and it is how low we can go to take the carpet out from underneath those ones who are in need of rugged constitutions the most even amid the rigged games of a secular circus fair enough to breed insanity from the simple sensitive population intrigued by cash into service for their own survival through the wildernesses so palpable Here… polluting in a future imperfected by the animal foibles of human ingenuity while being ingenuously spaced out by confrontation with this final of frontiers…’
“Books are not only the arbitrary sum of our dreams, and our memory. They also give us the model of self-transcendence.”
~ Susan Sontag; american author, filmmaker, teacher and activist.
out of Context;
‘when the illusion is shattered and enlightens that arranging society on stage for yet another dramatic Mystery play onto unfold Here, instead opting for the mise en abyme as ‘placed into the abyss’ or ‘self-awareness’ or just ‘to put in the center’ making this as a final meaning of great importance where misery doesn’t even enter into the picture on human struggle made manifest or real in this personal enlightenment… in this misery literature turning fates into feats and meta into meat poets pondering as the master switch regulates gene expression, embryonic development, or whatever initiates cancer within us and our ceremonies…’