out of Context;
‘unknown to the witness… the cattle rattle death and breathe their last for the impudent sacrifice to avarice and risk to alter fate with their lives in as tormented a wait for the chopping block as the weight of a grisly ritual takes place, but how far is it that we are removed from this slaughter as caustic disco in which we have caught ourselves in a danse macabre much too late after throwing up our hands awaiting for some thrill ride to take place, the thrill of a moving from one reality into another on a path which none may ever follow into the abyss as recycling of souls…’
out of Context;
‘the momentum from this haste of mob mentality that strikes distaste in those mouths caught screaming on the way down as though they could not have ever fathomed a force to pull them over the edge into an ablyss (blissful nothing; the bliss attained by ignorance) from which no one can be torn back from whole because of the ever-involving nature of this swirling locomotion…’
out of Context;
‘generations moved forward whether truly ready or not… unwittingly aiding whole corruption of vital components with an aching appraisal for the systems as surging and surrounding all of us all the time all within a culture of building digital testaments, trying to supplement some of the negative and devastating aura of a dying blind eye with some ravenous renewed hunger for a youth and sacrificial pulling the willing into the damnation game perceived to be real only as for themselves the price paid for the condemnable actions committed…’
out of Context;
‘the symbols and signals that garner respect for those that know how to play these vindictive little games that mute more than one or two voices to exorcise the random ghosts of rebellion out of the system… i cannot stand this rage at an impotent stance neutralized by a credible opinion from out of ivory towers gilded in a shroud of oblivion as a humanity staggering out from underneath the shadow tries as many keys as possible to unlock this doorway as an exit, in some kind of path through all the collected works and versions of this station earth…’
out of Context;
‘the cycles have guided us toward the atmosphere Here, but it is as the skin is finally being pulled up over the bones for a fashionable birth that reality ultimately gives way to the newest of arrivals as space and time warp to allow this entrance to occur… a breach of screeching winnowing outward projection easily it teases doubts where none but confidence in total were steel mantras pushing this forward momentum to further reinforce hoping for the nude beginning again, and it is these layers leading to trial and err that speech staggers along in the wake of a futile explanation for anything but abstraction describing of action made to control and fasten the next thing to the next one in line dropping out of the same chutes as the rest of us, rebelling…’
out of Context;
‘conceptions molded into a truth becoming brittle as the ages past have drained and withered it from a graceless shaking bait… it is this trap of expression to be trapped and expressed in quantified breath as captured from the litter of literal thoughts centering around shroud of a humane convenience wrapped about in hasty ignorance for a future predicted born of multiple protrusions of influence by neither reason or logic as it is the fusion of this duality that confuses those general people just attempting to live some kind of ideal family life that is never easy nor is it simple as growth flows without bothering to warn anyone these days, the common education has become stagnant trying to adapt as an entity with humans as its’ brain…’
out of Context;
‘the house is empty of its contents, but ready to be filled with whatever the imagination can place there to be held until such a time as it is needed by the owner of the manse in question, a place hidden behind the inhabitant’s eyes inside the head as questionable visions sharpen the screaming nerve within each little thought to drive itself outside as though a demon-ridden assortment of clues used to gather evidence contrary to the idea that nothing had ever occurred… an ignorance taken too far to be of anything other than obnoxious detention of the truth tethered by the urgent hypocrisy that evades anything but some vague subjective definition on objectivity…’
out of Context;
‘this cult war between everyone and everyone else Here, easily part of the destruction of society in this current frame of mind as written in the Now you see before you to be taken with either a grain of salt in a superstitious fashion lightly over the shoulder, or as some trivial marker of history when it was relevant and undeveloped as a wound open but dismissed whether through some stubborn attitude out of defensive reflex to protect anything but what might be considered the sacrificial self whose fate is determined by a holy presence somehow mistaken as independent of the human imagination unlike every other pantheon of gods ever conceived as true at one time or another… things started out as a perfection even though it was one that had no obvious realization of consequence…’
out of Context;
‘battered by defiance and demystification as an ocean of men justify their taming of this heathen deity through a definition of quirks that holds the beast to chains of thought and its perception not unlike the laws stuck in our heads… reinforcing the blame or shame or disgust at being a criminal free in a free world tamed by the screws twisted tighter to hear pitiful screams of pain all-consuming in bane of haughty misunderstanding as to cannibalize the corpse of the poor like rich rotten vultures lurking to score…’
out of Context;
‘we can derive a truth from within… a submission to the workings of this will, as it decides to catapult the self through trial and error to understand what it is that makes these creatures become the things they do, still constrained by the idea that a human being is as easily defined as they are shuffled about between ethics as trends used to place people into windows to display befitting their privilege, and hope renewed to see the good in a person while not the withered stalk from which they grew learning…’