out of Context;
‘slide into September like a sloth, three toes that it lost a long time ago, a cost of fairly even weight the kind I cannot even Here demonstrate… what is another year anyway, which is to say this, but what has another man yet another year to live?… the solid concrete forms of His years, whoever this man may be in the future or past, a traveler nonetheless rehashed…’
Dichotomy at it’s finest, that. In death it seems life can be reaffirmed, and in loss a gain. Perhaps this vague collection of words has deep meaning, or maybe the deep meaning can’t fully be expressed through the construct we call language… which I’ve found to be more often than not the case. The lexicon of emotion far out-nuances the lexicon of language. Well, the english language anyway, I suppose I can’t speak for any other, since I can’t speak IN any other.
Ramble ramble rant.
A scream coming from about twenty different sorority sisters bakes my eardrums with a pleasant tingle. They immediately pulled out fake-jeweled cell phones with words like ‘princess’ and ‘hotty’ written on the back in big pink letters. Well, it looks like the authorities were being informed. So, let’s go for shock number two. Push down on left joystick. BOOM! First floor, oh, that one was close. I could feel that dust cloud!
out of Context;
‘the energy to restore my mode of thought has been misspent in awkward situations for long enough, but power is back in my fingertips today… time to throttle the words out of my head, and give my catharsis what it needs…’
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘…willed insanity through the blood on our hands
sanity’s one last stab, grabbing on to lock mind in
just for the fix, stabbing arm shaking bones…’
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘I want to rip you from the inside
spread your ugly lips so wide
take the time to do it just right
so tender and nice and tight…’
out of Context;
‘the growth became a cancer of intelligence, the single-minded instead of the single-celled organism, and began a plague of toxic shedding of darker pieces of swirling shards of self.’
out of Context;
‘My skills nurture a merry middle ground that takes miles to get to, if you walk there, but would be easily passed into through the soul. The pondering lust for answers floats to the surface where ideas manifest, and questions begin the spiralling perilous spin.’
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; “Chaos is defined by the order it brings
“Pretty ones are best defined against the ug – ly
“And in truth is where the falsest lies lay
“Spread amongst the glitter and decay…”