out of Context;
‘we let our taxes in-debt us to raping used against our tolerance and patience… so some of us settle for a piece of what is left as resources are soured in their overt mistreatment poured into distilled vats from the land as machines utilize clockwork magic to endure heavy missions to destroy value, in over-farming the rights of anything native, and to shun the past that has only ever in creation tried to show who we are and what support we can offer nature in return for these sacred moments taking us further into ourselves by trial and error savage soothed…’
out of Context;
‘these distracted wretches as they move from one state to another when passing over… showering us with ideas of golden glories made epic myths with which to try following for most of our lives in lies sinking in up to our fat heads until the stinking corpse floats ashore caught in the webbing and the exploiting nets of those frequently delving into the abyss for facts as gems, there are many systems of value to utilize when questing for spiritual truth as individual pursuits…’
“I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. I’ve learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not on our circumstances. We carry the seeds of the one or the other about with us in our minds wherever we go.”
~ Martha Washington; american first lady to the first president.
out of Context;
‘our history left spinning, but multiple senses are excluded by the powers being that they see nothing but the greed and their own biased values in a sea of lies and duplicity ruling out the truth for profits excused by a toxic drama and an embargo on emotional evolution in use as bargaining chip in a manipulation of the masses… to make those out as taking drastic measures overstepping casual boundaries presented by a few that have alternate plans for exploiting a treasure, pulled from these cold dead hands of the fundamentalist fiends who claim a righteous knowledge of what is better…’
out of Context;
‘impediment from those pedophiliac agent provocateurs whose worship of the torment of the innocents Here are proof that we come from a savage and comfort-less society as a collective of traits passed down through the trenches of time and space, all of the outside aspects whether reptilian or some alien species whose true name will remain unknown specifically until humanity has caught up with the respective genetic lines transmitting all shades of truthful valence, and then to be left deciding to wallow in our crusades toward pleasure and desire more than truth-seeking reinforcing whatever we have left of a ‘greater good’ to shine as a light…’
“Many persons have a wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity to a worthy purpose.”
~ Helen Keller; american author, activist and lecturer.
out of Context;
‘to dance or not to dance, that is the dilemma, but there is nothing to reason that can ever be construed of as good if there is not a dance or particular rhythm to things in some way shape or form that cannot be automatic to understand as these powerful spirits involved twist along humanity’s potential world soul to wring out destiny as it were… packed into tiny little venues to rage or get laid or whatever the mode of acquisition used to abuse that which is a given related to all the parts of this system that baits us and our decisions…’
out of Context;
‘we to whom are one and the same sending electric waves through the ethers of this cosmic vibration that centers us inside nothing so that we may move freely… with the load shot into the womb from which genes are then subsumed and separated evenly by the zygotic swoon swirling in cells multiplicity as the child turns out to be conceived of as a pet before it is that the human infamy is released as a minion, the self awareness dragged out by traumas endured while the society mocks itself in a chaotic and distended ever-morphing facsimile that spells out the end of these days as revolution each a revelation in itself…’
~ David Foster Wallace on addressing a deeper cause to rid pain.
‘… “Jesus, look at the corruption in that face!” he whispered. “Look at the madness, the fear, the greed!” I looked, then quickly turned my back on the table he was sketching. The face he’d picked out to draw was the face of an old friend of mine, a prep school football star in the good old days with a sleek red Chevy convertible and a very quick hand, it was said, with the snaps of a 32B brassiere. They called him “Cat Man.”
But now, a dozen years later, I wouldn’t have recognized him anywhere but here, where I should have expected to find him, in the Paddock bar on Derby Day… fat slanted eyes and a pimp’s smile, blue silk suit and his friends looking like crooked bank tellers on a binge…’