out of Context;
‘within the same timeline for us to perceive whether by glitch in the programming or through supreme intelligent design, if these windows can allow us an insight into worlds perhaps never realized in our lifetimes it is even though there may be vast amounts of these random ‘feast-scripts’ recorded inundating everyone as the sum of the expressions furnished by sense before they have been unified into the synthesis of understanding, and the thoughts and feelings attached to modes of particulars as perception filters and stains our personal experiences…’
out of Context;
‘as that purity sought after by the cult of innocence long thought lost to the humanity that there needs to replace crude connection subtle beyond the hope for love’s embrace disturbingly retained and the elusive romantic yearning in whose hearts we give our everything… but which drain our energy when the formula has been tampered with from a birth sliding to the open womb as the martyrs slip into new inhabitation though a coma we must now call our ‘home’, as the dreaming filters out those vivid and vibrant skills and traits that filter as we explore the myriad of what interests us each individually pursuing a mystery for ourselves for which many may never be solved…’
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‘the sheep lords who dine like wolves as they hide their real lips as they’re speaking, lip servicing to be in sync with the rest of the lobotomy straining making thoughtless corpses of vibrant stain as propped upon human being made misshaped of reason in the ablyss sucking the words from right out of our mouths as we labor vainly this vanity of shame lazily to be passed around from one trusted host to the next, but endorsed by very few as the collected tear wears thin in spinning propaganda webs of deception creating humanity’s flocculants without fail…’
out of Context;
‘to wield change for enlightenment like scripture of feats to socially assume the roles we play to fit like twelve ignorant apostles seated around your jesus christ waiting to die while the depicted supper seems to last forever… questioning whether we can ever make respectful appeal to the spirits that lurk just inside of what we consider ‘food’ no matter how diverse and strange the range may be to those who don’t give even a second thought to or respect for the novel flavors just outside of the experience gained to be retained and savored…’
out of Context;
‘we rely upon information flowing subtly throughout either or both the conceptual and material interminably linked in a process of experiencing itself for more than just the machine-made archetypal mechanical dreams… pulling the irrelevant items away like weeds from the hidden potential confused as dark matter or energy charging these manifestations around us, digging up the treasures from this raw earth as independent peasants paying their way out of the countryside set as ignorant heathens whose fealty is let loose to overpopulate this a feral world, and taking over the future…’
out of Context;
‘this ebb and flow and hustle, a social sting while subtly catering to whims diseased henchmen without a hunch to deduce the clues beyond a surface inquiry that reveals nothing to ones oblivious to swirling depths of reality shifting in a careful stride back and forth clearly perturbed by the state as it is so unlike the doctors with their medical suits to practice… the human animal as the foreigner who sometimes replaces their fears and problems as the Other when we have chosen to think negatively about who we are in ways that do not flatter our importance as powerful beings…’
posthumously from days after the fact these words like explanation have worked their way out of this odd mind of mine built up after years of this daily occurrence where everyday it all changes no matter how potent the ritual take ahold of us in our mechanical quizzicality as has made us the ever-evolving casualty a mutation of self consciousness, tradition masks the ignorance and insecurity that is derived from up-keeping these disguises so well distracting away from the personal search for the meaning of life as we mutilate our hands and our lands and our minds to fit the efficient paradigm that eats away like decay at our souls when we have fatally sold out our last strand of sense that could save us from the authority of oblivion, and the knowledge that rhythm and melody can help …
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‘symbols and signs littered in every aspect of the human travail building up to aspects which vent the pressures of this human motile machine as animal coming to terms with itself as much as the states of awareness and ego either housed or sheltered within, a body moves in mysterious ways that can only be defined once the act is done and the intellect is left reacting to a force of whatever the collaboration between intuition and instinct to which ends our mind may use reason and logic no matter how ill-conceived to justify any and all of the actions made…’
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‘we can mutate and shift the paradigm in the scope of personal challenges as they precede and succeed where we might have failed before Now… the seeds of love are constantly spread but in some of those same totalitarian doses as ignorance passed down from generation to generation among this captive a civilization moving through dreams, devouring nightmares that evoke obstacles in waking life, and to fall back to sleep invigorated by a sense of self that permeates the human cosmic whole in belabored attempting to right the wrongs while committing many further harms yet still to society as a whole…’
“Disgust relies on moral obtuseness. It is possible to view another human being as a slimy slug or a piece of revolting trash only if one has never made a serious good-faith attempt to see the world through that person’s eyes or to experience that person’s feelings. Disgust imputes to the other a subhuman nature. How, by contrast, do we ever become able to see one another as human? Only through the exercise of imagination.”
~ Martha C. Nussbaum; american philosopher and professor of law and ethics.