out of Context;
‘it is necessary to use these words we have chosen to say more than can be easily expressed… we have a difficult task to try and make our challenges worthwhile in the same breath as being willing to challenge our unconscious resistance to understanding, but still cannot merely put all of our energy into one avenue of thought or conceptualization because that leaves too much beyond the doorway to scare us into submission… we must have no fear when trying to complete this quizzing reality each before us… the puzzles presented are the abstraction of ancient history, and we have need of our observant guides from within before the civilization becomes caustic as another dark experiment in space, but how to pay attention properly to their words?…’
out of Context;
‘the pieces are there whether obscured or otherwise because the other people have put them in the way like obstacles as they have lived and died together, the energy recycles and stirs the rest of this cosmic stew, and we all eat from this guesspool of proteins and protons in real-time space… we speak of small miracles to submit to a truth beyond ourselves, beyond our frequency to realize honestly among the liars that surround and defile that calloused witness through the lifetimes of experience acting as layers of atmosphere that gets tighter as we allow ourselves to choose and be chosen Here…’
out of Context;
‘taking twisted joy from implanting ideas into the minds of the enfeebled, the freedom to swing a mood around, and dictate what another person does is totally unbelievable but true to a certain extent… the entertainment masters vie for control, and make deals and layers of complex intrigue, with the ones whom feel the most inclined to lead their people astray for any profitable means of selfish employ possible…’
out of Context;
‘the sluggish inner dimension blown wide open for the furnace chamber it is, the heart centered at the top of the ribs, and the pulse a dead beat rising in rhyme to the reason twisting the corpse alive… the labyrinthine threads through which the needle eye accepts only a few, the straws that break the camel’s back, and your mother becomes suddenly struck awake and alive as well… up through that rotted birth canal which we all jettison through, the womb has no other choice than to obey the fist, this the where the creative purge comes in handy, so-to-speak… the Slow Children are not necessarily retarded children, but merely socially unacceptable mental cases to some degree, this is the haunting realism to the situation currently prescribed the vacant mind through a spastic reflex media…’
out of Context;
‘humans seem to be the ‘just-right’ blank to copy all kinds of data, and to put into instrumentation those tactics that can be gleaned from what experience teaches us in our individual respects and flavors of the weak… a strength crippled like any other so as to make us equals indeed…’
out of Context;
‘a lack of respect on my part for alcohol’s shamanic and magical qualities, even if it was malt liquor from the convenience store, it was a fusion of negative imagery that lead to a false positive effect on me… in the midst of all this, my musical aspirations were both put on the alter of sacrifice, and alternately saved from the burning wreckage with promise of another day… however, in hindsight that is all there seems to be in the cards for me if i cannot learn from the missteps i make, a willingness to put myself where i don’t belong necessarily…’
out of Context;
‘we can take quite a bit from the previous time lines we have lived within, even the myths and folklore create a primal memory for the rest of us to be involved in, and makes up the forgotten foundations conceptual of civilization… the mythic operating system or MythOS… case in point, the working class on our way to ascension of the next great age, as though like the Olympians before us, needing to usurp the mass hysteria of the Titans before we get eaten by this systemic infection…’
out of Context;
‘a dangling whip-like appendage, the Clitic, stands distinctive in this corrupted linguistic trick of the mind… the process of control seems like a theory of control, different for each unique character scripted in this act, and appearing as continuous variables uninterrupted by time… even as our vertical awareness stirs our soul, the opinion mentioned earlier is responsible for sending out batch quantities of life for specific end results, to control a discrete robotic assembly working to manifest its will… a theory on process theology could be described as not everything is god’s will, but god has a will in everything as all experience contributes to the process of reality, you could further break that down into god as persuasion…’
out of Context;
‘space/ time magic is Here in the various scenes of ‘LOST’, or ‘TOST’ (pronounced: “tossed”) as i fondly refer to it as in humor, encapsulated inside the leaps of suspended disbelief… from the premise of the wrecked plane survivors to the suspiciously dated pseudo-science…’
out of Context;
‘with the holiday confusion almost swept back under Pandora’s carpet, another year passes on, and we might find ourselves trapped inside another maze at the end… with the dust and the refuse our main allies…’