out of Context;
‘the appropriate victim to fall into the trap when the hazy line blurs between that which can be true and which is objective absolute truth… you pull me down with your insecurities, i witness you struggle, but you can turn an oblivious eye toward what you desire settling for what is there instead…’
out of Context;
‘this too is an illusion to face on the daily repetition of events… stooped over staring with a dead-eyed blankness to the face, the silence being the perfect time to provoke the secret feelings to overwhelm the sensual part of the soul stirring inside the chamber of the human heart as lust and love become one and the same thing, but there is already traditions of social consequence upheld by the general law as gravity of some morally responsible but ambiguous consciousness as weighty as the mythic gods over our heads built upon by various layers of human thought and need for authority…’
out of Context;
‘the full throttle of a weekend good time, but little did the hint of haphazard human fallibility as it would be later known to the ever-inclusive ‘we’ ever shine through to the rational or practical views of what a ‘good time’ really consists of when the drugs are shuffled around among associates as complimentary acquaintances in stressful sequences of give-and-take condensed into those moments you never get back… the night loops back through to me in a memory state feeling heavy in the head barren of any simplicity beyond the momentary that fragments or recoils in horror at the human condition…’
out of Context;
‘that shattering awareness as one grand undoing of reality, but i distrust its perspective to inform me as honestly because this is a very dispensationalist way of viewing things that do not have such absolute certainty as what amount to the entrails of a single life not wasted no matter how much the odd consciousness might lean and talk sick, the actual reality we think we see remains elusive to the analytic sense of sight that gets too often taken for granted to be replaced once the seeing facet has dispelled itself as the creature has reached a point at which that space is filled in by all the other senses available in order to sustain the individual life… a true organic prosthesis that moves independent of its masters…’
out of Context;
‘this tidal debris left remaining Here and much more of that corpse-like feeling and pale lodged in a random state lost in thought angry somewhere, lurching out of the nowhere from beyond the coffin lid exploded into wide-mouthed strike as the leech drives towards a pulse inside the throat as the hungry monster or ghost might attack in a fake world where we do not try to actively understand each other without some incentive to the expenditure of energy, and the system takes the place of that desiccated form leaching the love and faith away into a processing to transform the impulses into filth and lust and depravity openly corrosive to once precious ideas of natural wisdom… a telepathic social neurotic toxin fed to us throughout our lives Now…’
out of Context;
‘i might have heard had i listened for longer than the two seconds i normally allow, straining my ears to hear back to a time when other happenings might have occurred and even a pounding bass noise from fantasy perhaps were all things lost in the debris that i tossed in my share to clean the mess and without attending the party… a first from their history in that house where discord kept company with all the drunken debauchery, and perhaps sleeping gently still to this very day but none will know except for the inhabitants that linger and congregate where discord and fate shall not wither…’
out of Context;
‘the art of love is by all means the only proper way to express what has lately become a constrictive device to lock others into place for the rest of their natural lives, as it is so unbounded by either respect or animosity which can at times make the rest of us so trained more than a bit uncomfortable with that freedom of choice, but the artist keeps acknowledging the inner vision of peace and prosperity from even beyond the grave situations that make us all feel like shit and depressed and deprived all at once…’
out of Context;
‘as a means to challenge spiritual growth like an electric trigger through human genetic culture plate… these symbols and patterns we allow to dictate our lives no matter how far we have to remove ourselves from our humanity unless one can see beyond the blinded drive to be purely only to succeed as one experiential hair on the omniscient head of whatever god is, and that is if god is what it is when it is whenever we would so choose to call upon its majesty that seems to grow more diluted with every apparent tragedy that eats in as form of decay and eroded motions hidden by their slowness, a force to be respected rather than to be reckoned with implies some harassing violence that remains indistinct and damaging with the power of the words…’
out of Context;
‘vibrations through the eye of experience, a narrow eye of the needle through which the thread of individual experience gets woven into the tapestry of what seems like only empty space, but there is no one frequency that does not rely upon all other natural frequencies to sustain each other to create a universal certainty… an order so-to-speak amid the islands of chaos is created when vital connections are made, and thusly resonate through one’s life continuum as the individual like the ringing vibration we are solely tuned into as beings, so the phrase ‘spaced out’ is a very apt expression…’
out of Context;
‘forcing the “rats” to make due with their miniscule chunk of the cheese, moldy instead of golden but still a fool’s eager march into the maw of the mutilating machine that wealth has become, and those with their actual gold buy a way to make the others feed their hungry cannibal tendencies which is the real purpose they seek… not equality with their relations, but some sinister will to move primarily to get ahead on this horizontal material plane forgoing the real need to grow into the vertical space, filling out the gaps nonetheless between the spiritual and the material spark that is caught enacting an electric ritual that provokes and shocks the system into movement like a cattle prod thrust into the mewling infant…’