out of Context;
‘a bullet in the head as more complex communication of catastrophe to each remote viewer in the distance witnessing the waste collecting as though dead flakes in the dust shed and blowing with boring winds carving caves from mistaken veneer of merely rocks and surface terrain that humans would have as beings as paved of a skin and blood, and frightening the massive that pulses with raving frenzy to shock and cause harm to this vapid system that carries us and our souls as sour parasitic eggs on its back trying to crawl away with the cursed obligation to whatever this spastic machine attempting an unwieldy fusion of time and space for all of us to inhabit as we would somehow find loyalty for our family or any other relation…’
out of Context;
‘these awful complications, we take as granted techniques that meet our needs in this convenience state laid to waste by a sedative fate that takes humanity into its cold clinical hands to treat them as experimental objective in testing the high demand of Mankind, and it surges through us like a wave our own controls leaving us as we become broken and sewn back together again as a doll our system would like us to be tamed and domesticated and taught to act as all the other organic portals…’
out of Context;
‘i stand up to rant my heart out with words cultivated from the mental dirt we all dig into facing an audience without fear, it is a temporary catharsis against the backdropping sounds and dim atmosphere of the places we fit as the design or location may hint with its’ own symbols and grounds as foundation for the drama unfolding, but this is how we create art that seems as to pull right off the pages before these very eyes that decide to see it all scattered in the pattern-seeking brain informing…’
~Anthony Burgess on the Logos and that potential in others.
~J G Ballard on that which is provided by the aMerikan dReam…
~ J G Ballard on what our children have to fear.
~Abbie Hoffman on the measures of democratic freedoms given.
out of Context;
‘where the only access refrigerator is always locked closed with the cabinets and cupboards nailed shut as the room begins filling with gas from the stove left on high, but no one is getting anywhere in making a wistful final countdown admonishing a god any god that might listen to random pleas sent skyward as the reversal of fortunes makes the heavens fall to earth in impending doom raining blood upon the scourge of humanity killing itself… i am passed out yet again, my friends…’
out of Context;
‘the map out of this complex phase has been built by hands that weave the differing truths complimenting stark contrast against the unforgiving masses engorged on the wars and blood of their brethren as we starve to make a home out of survival… a revival of the passionate pleas crying for satisfaction from the rogue lovers whose goals are only to achieve an idea of status as quoted in this day and age of sovereign debt and high dark arts of manipulation made manifest…’
out of Context;
‘understanding greater pieces of the whole culture, we are simply not receptive to those “higher” attitudes capable of defining the stellar substance as it ever expands like catching a moving train as it speeds faster than the hand can seek to be able to grasp firmly… some trains of thought are too overwhelming for a great number of passengers to participate in at any one time, sectors sectioned off until the right timing is met by the cosmic clockwork we have come to participate in though our perception of the real through eyes that fade and decay can be misled by our affection for pain and sorrow…’