out of Context;
‘i myself am a hypo-radical, always an ignorant retrolink at one aspect on a spectrum of extremes, but objectively aware of what i am and usually too critical of that being in motion… contemplating the memes as they stir one out of control, insufferable mountains from mole hills arranged and then staged as to look accidental, and that is the hairy-tainted deal my friendly devotees… the incomplete me, that incidental activist of the lowest common denominator made flesh, blood and bone…’
out of Context;
‘some complexity protrudes from the organ which i call a brain, this projected something is where i am left standing with imagination to my right and the hastily quicksilver critical faculty to my left, and the internal conflict wells up like a fount to express in random symbols hurled to face those demons full-front…’
out of Context;
‘spinning words and emotions on a strand, that single thread as a thought or loop to send one back again, but certainly not to entrap the thinker… the construction of words as the literal structure takes more than will or power, but patience and imagination are keys to the king-dumb…’
out of Context;
‘that icy glare that represents a dynamic constantly fluctuating by time’s incredulous disguised laughter, a slaughtering of the average castrations constraining of that rusted reliance on that menacing industrial waste, but is that really surprising with a taste as culturally empty as ours?… sometimes i cannot disagree…’
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; “Did you hear the new disease
is now the autonomous apathy
cringe with your fears and lock yourself away
disappear and accept your fate”
out of Context;
‘are we those soulless machines that we see gliding across the streets in horror at the state of the as yet to be place we are always inhabiting?… some of us are walking nightmares, and we beat back our inner demons only to unleash them at the most unjustifiable moments at those that do not need the pain…’
out of Context;
‘where the individuals clash in awkward constraints, each posed in thought over some conflicting issue, and there the silence begins. not the freakish stuttering of random effects, but the full-on intercourse of communication breakdown. I despise that place with a passion, where either has ideas unheard and unprocessed, and yet the words vastly ignore the point of speaking.’
the crawling things take no relent.
the stirrings of the possessed senses.
the protest of withered hands in function.
the machines take their roles in society.
the cost is too much to deny now.
the motion makes waves appear.
the friends are nowhere now.
the husks remain to play.
the games of discord.
what is the price paid for the creative mind?
out of Context;
‘the descriptive factors of words defying gravity of stone…the rock and the words are one and the same Here…the battery makes motion happen…stored energy will allow “stone” to sling, trebuchet-style, through the mirror…glory creates its own intrigue…the hands of those that will give relations evoke a symbol calling the angels down into reality like water in the streets…the closest return and rot…’
