**author’s note– this is a story submitted to a literary magazine. the title was about a certain bizarro author, that is why the name has been omitted. however, after reviewing the publication, i believe the only reason this wasn’t chosen was because it wasn’t a vocabulary assualt and was an actual disgusting story about why _____ _____ is a dick. obviously i know him better than those other fucks do. thank you for your time. ARW**
out of Context;
‘we are greedy for trying to understand even that which does not need to be known. taken with the ability to undermine our own future for a piece of the puzzle now…’
those of us awake among the sleeping tiptoe so as not to forsake ourselves in the hells of social torment…
tendrils of sonic facets sparkle slicing through the air towards me with octopus’s grace.
…the creature, at a thought’s notice, becomes clearly aware of the retarded common denominator inherent inside these dichotomous situations…
out of Context;
‘The freakish dance in waves to music of humming roar of Dante’s inferno as gateway to the interior, where the masses progress towards a massive unification of force and motion into the “titanization†of humanity, and into the shape of alloys and artificial means to manipulating progress toward the end goal…’
music — literature — fine art — cinema — thought
…these are a few of the favorite things.
out of Context;
‘You may hate me, but I will never hate your small minds as you feed on the blood from my soul’s fount….you taste me even now…’
out of Context;
‘one and the same, yet broken into many pieces to make peace among the others, and some ideas that just won’t die…At least, not for too long…’