out of Context;
‘there are few catalysts whose resonance rings positive forever… we slowly learn to grasp these elemental forces like straws in a sweaty grip, holding them out to see who goes first in the testing, but we all have to participate at some point or another… as this is apparently our destiny… a self-fulfilling prophecy that takes the heat off any actual innovation…’
out of Context;
‘the retrolink jerking-off in the sinking grave god gave him, at last trying to reveal a past some sense of the spectral anchor, but fighting back the mortal yearn for connection seems antithetical to the human condition… may the false fates first move out of the skeletal antechamber that is my head, to grasp another possible belief in reality fostered by the words and truths of other people in relatively similar situations, but always under the generally upheld auspice of the human being… an organism both mammal and lizard, as the hot courses against the cold in rivers within the soul…’
out of Context;
‘even the punks can’t keep a shaved head, the yoke of the establishment holds on tight once it has you teased and believing the lies that it wants you to think, but the rebellion decries this subtle and steady appropriation for the gains of demographic soothsayers to begin by stabbing god money right in the third eye…’
out of Context;
‘we invest our creative energy to those so-called “sane” people because we refuse to lead ourselves with responsibility… so the point is that we actually allow our leaders to send us over the edge of the cliff, and we relentlessly complain when things don’t go our way, still we don’t seem to do anything about our situations… expecting changes from another source entirely…’
out of Context;
‘we have the cultural blinding agent in our eyes as a collective, we cannot get over the fact that we are more splendid all together than as the various separately achieving ulterior motivators, and trying to pep talk the new world army into submission… representing the American scream in the age of inevitable oppression…’
out of Context;
‘from mathematics and the divination to perceive the variations as they wash over the milky opaque film as it is played by the players like a game, and no gestures alone seem to fulfill the semantics either… we are obviously more than mere puppetry…’
out of Context;
‘waving the demon thumb around at the strangers makes me wild and crazy, but the partner’s aid takes me back to introspection in dismay of my own demonic directives, the parade of flesh fears that the mind is the doorway in…’
out of Context;
‘we are a god of a sort that cannot know true power, which is to say that those dimensions already at conflict inside of our consciousness, all of those both collective and individual distances somewhere deep…’
It’s father took a sandwich off the table, opened the child’s fractured face, placed the food within the shiny red pulp, then shut the bloody flaps sealing the head.