…quotes of the month…
“Constantly choosing the lesser of two evils is still choosing evil.”
~’Jerome John’ “Jerry” Garcia; american musician, singer-songwriter and Grateful Dead guitarist.
…quotes of the month…
“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.
…quotes of the month…
“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.
…quotes of the month…
“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.
…enacting, as demiurge, Depressionary tactics…
‘…aplomb bombing countries into dust for which our world finances are so willfully donated no doubts will be allowed to question the dominating regime in offending stages of playing offense defending nothing but paper seams burning up dreams, our sacrifice to the golden of idol warships worshiped because they can destroy us though what fun would be left an estranged beaten heart bleeding when what we are capable of doing to ensure our ability to keep living comes to light liberal love crimes aside revealed by pesky journalists searching for the bottom line of truth whether or not this means wisdom is another interpretation entirely devoid of compassion in spite of an unacceptable narrative infesting us with depression as the normalized symptom of the age demi-urgent technologies pushing to the extremes in points to fearlessness…’ – out of Context
…excess solipsism, in Creatures, as consumer axis…
out of Context – ‘… switch out intention on mere whimsy liars in wait to the detriment of the rest of us meanwhile portions of corpses in boxes ignore us shotgun surgery used to cure what ails cultural malignancy Here worried about futures as maturation expresses its flaws and virtues those individuals serving themselves in complex series of puzzling circumstances collected attempting to understand human experience amid this heathen earth filled with perverts and deviants time becomes another realm of thought to escape through as portal or tunnel might compel us to personally choose whether or not to adventure, forward or backward even failure becomes another vessel for progress to be contained within storage of vastly archived organic sequencing transforming the shadows of nature into human beings often feelings trapped Here collected yet isolated from each other somehow…’
…squid pro quo & the nouveau terror Riche…
‘…damnation game existing in contrast to such bright potential passing our blame around Here throughout this woven warp and weft swept up into the dramatically looming diorama of anti-tale seen for extreme masks they truly are worn by characters painting the world colors darker taking the scene by sturm und drang and appropriated costume changes until drowning, delaying progression when centripetal force on many feet wavers lacking the energy to upkeep propulsion through to other ages chastised for the outrageous while society so critical constantly trying to outpace oneself while throwing caution to those winding roads ahead ill prepared thought is nonsense compared to this visceral atmosphere that shocks us to death leaving those just barely coming online afraid thought police traumatize in their think tanks crushing innocence with ignorance…’ – out of Context
…amidst human theories of hype, Arboreal aliens…
out of Context – ‘…taken for granted with ease much as our ancestors did beginning scary trends of severing threads from our environment whose subtle subliminal traces flows back through us from blood relatives united deemed family tall tale somewhere behind the hyperbolic inside of us telltale signs hiding stacked genetic odd bits and parlor tricks we will not come to understand until we get older narrowing their sights cannot replicate personal experience infinitely residing to take advantage defeating people to survive keeping their genes alive in this unsafe journey through cesspools as though narcissistic mirrors casting no reflections, only interpretations that interfere no matter how repulsive their septic presence wearing dysfunctional into us as we exemplify growth naturally turning toward savory aspects of maturity contrary confessions creating creatures…’
…indebted throes to baelzeBodhisattva and co…
‘…souls stolen from other dealers fragmented pus jewel into personal jewelry worn by creatures rotted from within chained to the cosmic machine whirling around us in its own faceless orbituary, data entries dark styling fruition by the marks scarring us into social domestication suffering through this necrotizing fascism as hospital gangrene of impolite political functioning without compassion faces of democracy worn away through stress and lacking hygienic maintenance enough to sustain reliable narratives only localized lessons to be learned from mutilated people in eccentric foulness custom-built by incredible deviants choosing to remain fearless as much limbless and determined through love loss waste logic reasoning how best in gradually assuring that ties remain severed toxic context or another shun sine blinded by tsunami-sized trauma waves…’ – out of Context
…mutants, writhing & ridiculous, in this Idiot flesh…
out of Context – ‘…comes in the form of many obstacles Here actively obstructing those standardized processes operating used to tame what natural chaos is left mechanical progress measured as default de-facto due mode of operations attributing outside acts with impromptu choda awareness either good enough or not enough in many ways our perceptions and ability for adapting to chances of change happening, though how else should it feel to be this supposedly ideal primal apex predator hidden under the skin through multiple generations and variations of domestication applied to us trying to force if there were an ability tapped to bringing mutant mutilations to entertain the grotesque massive producing content percolating to the surface infested with grand expectations of success but end up wallowing in the cesspool instead sleepwalking into possible nightmares…’