“Death is a black camel that kneels down so we can ride.
When the dyings finally done and the suffering subsides,
all the suffering gets done by the ones we leave behind.”
~David ‘Craig’ “Cloud” Berman; american musician, singer-songwriter and poet.
“You feel the music needs something but you don’t know what.
So you start searching, fitting, measuring, trying.
Every time you try another angle. And sometimes that’s frustrating,
especially if you don’t come up with something for three days.”
~Beth Gibbons; british singer-songwriter and lyricist.
“Constantly choosing the lesser of two evils is still choosing evil.”
~’Jerome John’ “Jerry” Garcia; american singer-songwriter and guitarist.
“A poet’s work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.”
~’Sir Ahmed’ Salman Rushdie; british-american novelist.
“Meaning is what essence becomes when it is divorced from the object of reference and wedded to the word.”
~Willard ‘Van Orman’ Quine; american philosopher and logician.
“The victim who is able to articulate the situation of the victim has ceased to be a victim;
he or she has become a threat.”
~James ‘Arthur Jones’ Baldwin; american writer and civil rights activist.
‘…singularities for minds to what regurgitating can be seen perceived as reflections infinite upon each other projecting shadows outward to assess, contradictory information from head as much body Here conflicting with our personal lenses of being without making any sense insanity becoming the theme all throughout humanity this spectacle made more spectacular by the bizarre assortment that pours from the savory social womb digital umbilicus still attached through the backs of our skull in this desert of real bad kittens holding us accountable as though requiring domestication and discipline as capital punishments quashing the light in our eyes so young enough to force compliance out of anyone who dares challenge the status quo by using phrases and actions that don’t agree, the regime of currency gone bankrupt through financial ruptures all along…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…granted much with words so ancient yet so new curing views while curating them configuring terms that apply are tasked so serious as to be off-putting seemingly untouchable from the distance of our screens muted mutant clairvoyance distracted by glowing radiance carrying our stories to us in this modern enchantment feeling it forsake us by pertinent betrayal of trust from sources we thought of as incorruptible though proof has shown over time this changes so dramatically rather drastically, shambles moving through rooms leaving trails of dust not every place as up to date as we want it to be though wishing cannot save us from anxious skepticism almost palpable inasmuch our hearts try beating out of our chests parting seas with fortunes crippling fear of not being good enough taken to another level stuck inside…’
‘…circuits we barely comprehend absolute answers made more complicated in these temporal bodies of flesh and bone Here reflecting the tempest of souls sounds of one hand clapping back homegrown glitches are unwarranted submissions though going against grains of cancerous culture all atrocity with all apologies, slipping through the hourglass daze of our lives whistling pixie while we work off our unseen debts to society searching for sincerity to be obvious if not personal motivation as dictated by the massive struggle unfolding everywhere anxiogenic effects enough to strike us dead if not extremely cautious processes permitted through solvent extraction supercritical fluid to become concrete turned absolute authority offends these techno-chemical expression puppets whose manifestation repeated affects everything whether parasitic or symbiotic…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…atmospheric pressures upon us all disintegrating fortunes maligned futures with nothing to offer but hostility staking claim on our hearts and minds shame blame and guilt weapons of psychic warfare in these events, words falling from mouths of rotten mumble sleeves clouding up the genuine brainstorms to be better than the mutants we were before this combative with every element until they too fall under our control commanding trying or dying in the process obsessed with precision becoming machine worked collision and wreaking havoc with fury to break up the everyday chaos swaying us as pets on leashes waiting for days to roam free thinking whatever thoughts will come whether unwelcomed contrast between negative and positive connecting patterns brought out collectively or not searching for circuits that share their energy instead of restrict…’