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out of Context;
‘the tragedy is that we still resist, and give-up in a balancing act that will deprive as much as deprave all the rest of us, making tests of us to find out who is the best of us…’

to those about to fock..!

out of Context;
‘you are all lunatics perverted by the lack of real control that I might seem capable to sustain…’

Friday the 13th…

a good day over the seeming halts and craggy orifices of thoughtful mention so far… there is a flair to rainy holidays from hell… with only a fraction of time between me and my love wasting away during the Valentine’s day holiday weekend, and no sign of bad luck this time around… what taints this day so?… I know not… love is not a hapless victim this time around, but solidified thing to enjoy….or so it would seem… the tricks and the trade are one and the same… games of a different name… not to be confused with meddling mask or machete… no camping or crystal clear lakes… yet the haunting trill of bad luck screams ominous… a gentle strumming of the heart strings perhaps… does the hatred for everyone mean a love for something as special?… what living …

sssssFEARssss…

original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘…break the cycle
life seems unfettered now
sane to hurt and fear
take from me what’s hidden
break it all down…’

fiction or fantasy?

out of Context;
‘…the adult of the species grows weaker in their narrowed mind… there is no gap Here, in the psychosis of reality, but the grown-ups say it is so by way of concrete reason… scandalous, I describe the diatribe that we all scare ourselves with, the grown and less-than-grown… I fear that those I intend to read such piddle never will…’

Fuck art, let’s bore.

out of Context;
‘I may not be a great, but I respect the leap-takers more-so before the gyrating dollar-makers… Money is easy when you have no plans for a permanent future lodged in futility… As a human, I feel that the experience requires humility of me, and stubborn extremes if I am bold enough to stand up for them… There is no way to get beyond your own tormented plight if you do not want for more at first…’

the first sane word.

feeding the imagined soul, not the outer hollow realms, but the real ideas that manifest outside ourselves.

few things…

please me more than a sense of rhythm, a thing that lends itself over to anything, and still makes depth appear where none might have been visible before… the shallow now does not seem hollow, and rational senses give way to following the music… whether classical or rock-inspired, the muse is never far from the thoughts of all who really appreciate the gift that music can bring… this thing that moves the soul to and beyond the gathered status quotations… a haunting melody is not always the necessary key to the forgiving weight of instant gratification… sometimes it is the momentum of a repetitive rhythm that lends to freedom of mind the most… that freedom of movement we all require in order not to feel as though our actions are controlled by others who don’t even know us… if …

Fiery this tempest.

out of Context;
‘…To define thought as just another room to enter…The space between shadows, and the space in between those, the particles that sing through the passageways and patterns of wherever we are…’

Frustration’s filter.