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‘in at first subtle ways into frenzied wringing of the vocal cords… one, two, three Guinness in my stomach that night… to be topped by two previous blog posts, and a wonder what the next open mic night will be like then, finally though people seemed a little tired of pointed speaking of personal wreak as the time grew wee… the friendlier i became after the casual ranting with aftermath involving two more alcoholic beverages along with a jib provided by these newly acquainted friends and i, loving every minute i was allowed to bleed my heart and head right there as it was such an involved process that summoned so much inspired positive bliss as have never had before, and that followed me half-asleep all through the next day as i truly could not express…’
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‘the throngs eat shit because survival is not for the fittest or even the weakest, for there would have to be a much more subtle and insidious greatest common denominator to link us as one species, but my question is more built in a curiosity whether to consider the human with other animals… the human has embodied a representative feature for the neanderthal in its growth as much as the alien humanoid with the vast future potential found in the science fiction stories of human creation, all unique worlds holographically projected into the ether from within the mass of matter and space that could be otherwise known to be the brain, and its organic circuitry works in collaboration with the sensitive membranes and receptors that enmesh to create the organic portal…’
out of Context;
‘the venue and parking were abominable because of the faux wealthy atmosphere of the area, we were getting in just as the first headliner was finishing their set and standing in line for beer to cope with the stress of the driving just before, but i couldn’t let go of my angst and upset feelings just like the child i am even though she was sorry for getting so terribly furious with my behavior… i was being the selfish creep all night until the beer hit all the right spots after almost half an hour to forty-five minute wait, with the outdoor freshness getting more dense with each spliff lit up in excited relay of commemoration for the good time shared by everyone else but me…’
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‘however, there are no instruction manuals as we are all gathered about in this sandbox filled with filth and all those other materialist toys to use with a tyrannical touch, and we are forced to understand their technology in order to survive their games that they play both in our minds and with our bodies… we force ourselves to understand what we only know fragments of as we dream, all the various life times melding together in this aspect of the unreal made flesh-bound matter beast, and Here we are at the cross-hatching of line where laws and rules are only used to sway the tight vote in one direction of certainty over another… the man-made treatments that have left psychic echoes resonating for all to pick up on…’
out of Context;
‘swiveling like some ocular oracle implanting suggestions in the mind’s eye, blind and ever-loving of the violent peace crashing in as the calming tsunami sending pulses miles onto shore, and the nervous reaction to this intense and vital bliss leaving an excruciating afterburn on the taste-buds as the mouth leaks words to wonder by in these dusky diverse concepts possibly based around some vicious lie… keep talking to that part of ourselves that tries to shield us away from the blissful release on life, talking it out of the harassing order it seems to want clockwork when all bodies in motion work on their own timing Here, but in the least reclined state to better advance through the years intact as the shells wear thin… where do we depart, oh ghoulish friends?…’
out of Context;
‘the distorted mind tries to cope as best it can with the infrequency of certainty, we are going to die, but that never means that it should ever be in the constraint of a society that forgives nothing… a creation that has no humane presence has no power governing human beings, making hybrid ideas of perfect biological waste that is toxic to the touch and taste, and from underground we have installed the systems that need to be manually maintained in order for there to be water and power… it seems as though there is no room for the individual, the effort of work from each person accounted for true, but when it comes to the economy of the matter all that can be stated is that there is no real compensation…’
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‘more magical of quaint slight connections between artist-music-audience… i feel like we will meet again with the like of these two Kevins in the near phuture, even if it does require the power evoked by new Nny Ppy music roused from the deep, but for now i look forward to the Killing Joke concert in the close-by in the city farther away than Here… maybe fifty dollars will get me a chance to meet them on top of tickets and driving there, and i better have my custom flag ready to give…’
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;
‘we get automatically confused when entering into a foreign experience, at least the first run through, and then afterward there is no question of process or means… sometimes letting our trust get away with us, allowing a particular aspect of the system utilize us as an example somewhere, and even letting the system put additives into the water supply just to teach us a life-long lesson of how to adapt to a toxic environment…’
do we really need this now?