blogging

Lip smack

out of Context;
‘vanish into the horizon line making politeness worthless under the inadequate conditions that breed darkness in us the germs and discomfort that control tries to restore through archaic means that do nothing but save face in the long play of life as a record to take note of the energy and followthrough while the terror at confrontation eats at our consciousness and creates dramatics shifting all people places and things over the course of these unfathomable and ineffable times and events in which we live…’




Discord in knots

out of Context;
‘tragic realism as mission to explore the social mind further, and evidence for a truth is difficult to come by when one’s own senses betray the person through things of comfort and a familiarity adapted as ritual to conform one’s reality to that consensus soon willed forward by culture and an ideal of civilization that is not so civil as the wars created thusly are cruel reminders that society has a lot farther to go than Here…’




i AM a god, I am a faceless warrior…

out of Context;
‘the resonating repercussions struck playing us against one another so convinced of our own righteous stakes to be claimed by these casually caustic voices who restrain us inside of our own heads through thinking in these uniquely individual states united by genetic dispositions and environmental equivalents of the sense of duty and honor that plague our offended egos, but subversive directions permeate the vastly stuffed reality into a pregnant and oversaturated compression that raises the levels of tension like the moon with the tides in repetition fully and unavoidably present in the suspension of disbelief Here too unorganized…’




Macaques don’t do it…

out of Context;
‘mating whomever the vicious wish to split in twain once falling farther than the rites of passing on into rituals that inhabit our souls to bring about particular behaviors that match or further their desires or wants… as ghosts we do swarm like gnats gathered to be inseminated by information hearing new or good things that chime this bringing crimes of joy deep into our brainpans to summon the creations if needed to dispatch of some task that is uneasy for the human article born under many bad signs of which mortality is one though certainly not the most audacious grave-digging as the winds howling pitch and bend letting us know respect comes through blasts of intimidation…’




the conquerer Whim

out of Context;
‘yield a lucky couple of feet along ahead of the rest of the pack opening out with the wolves roaring and snarling into the cold err of way less compassionate creatures such as us berserk and twisting inside these crypts as coded mediators punching keys whose locks will not turn, within the tumbling churn as remedy follows syndrome whose ease is a communication ill in diseasing the herds as in almost everything has the urgent tendency to take over or to put it another way to dominate in a sense that the paradigm of opportunism pressuring us to be dolls and puppets being set up and manipulated like toys to be tossed aside or back into a silent darkness…’




deja View

out of Context;
‘growth on the dark side born into the bright colors of that swirling sun and this galaxy the home to so many things that range the mystic scope of reality on into the extinctual or legendary status to be remade into yet another fetus with a chance at thrusting out externally, thus forcing selected orders out of the way as slates need to be blanked before the reset or reboot can begin to impel an event horizon to dawn anew instead of this glacial pace that seems to wither patience away to anger and frustration as painful moves are made and choices are betrayed for that unhealthy practice of hoarding whatever an individual besides yourself might need or want to keep to secure one’s own contented viewpoint oblivious to a large amount of the fascism…’




we Disgust trust…

out of Context;
‘through artists and their art interpreting that stunted growth of the constant repetition in nature as the obstacles might appear hazily as though from a distance unable to be as measured until the external mode of reality is breached by these especially pointed objectives of life and light that absorb upon landing the rabid distinctions that can hastily pull people from one task to another in the blink of an eye… the debate raging onward…’




this Perpetual lie

out of Context;
‘affixed before it burns out with the white heat of opportunism run amok without the civilized drive that we speak of as being any superior function to these organic portals confused as computers at this level in development which is false as the flesh circuitry we are born with works on many subtle parts or subconscious layers that permit trivial variation, but only as long as the organism is not cut down or made to be in a detrimental state where very few items of sense float on as around these memories ebb and flux…’




the Pan tease

out of Context;
‘learning how to manage one’s own timeline through this continuum as the right passage will get you truly what that is you feel your heart’s delight deserves then life passes right into many phrases where observation and patience are keys to a kingdom that needs no castles or knights serfs nor slaves to redeem any of the valuable connections scattered and jamming all of the subtle frequencies around us as particles or motes floating like dust unseen as that fierce wind the deep sense of triviality embedded in the procession… tossing around the people and places caught in a tornado of souls as we all interact with each other…’




retrAbuse…

out of Context;
‘in these conformist mosh pits of splendid filth and ecstasy jostling our accreditation through a restless intimidated release as energy is exhausted by this criminal age experiencing itself subjectively everyone a bad guy inches away from doing a dastardly deed or two when the time comes as respect for the obscene pushes us into classic struggles with morality and chance, but we never stopped acting children even as we grow-up to then become this conceptual human fleeting following all standards to ease our relationships with others into that pool of drowning possibilities potentially lost tossed to the four corners where perhaps magic can exist without the consensus pressure of society Now taunting the natives…’