stains Valentine decay.
out of Context;
‘chocolate and flowers to offer a sign of life that simply hides the truth….that no one knows anyone with total surety, but maybe i am wrong, it isn’t as though it hasn’t happened like that before…’
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Whether there is too much…
out of Context;
‘middle age equals the plateau for most of us perhaps, but i wonder just what fiction we are imbibing from that glues us to these unimportant displays of dominance, waging battles for nothing over nothing with everything at the stake burning… the masculine distance matched by the feminine reach for contact…’
Call of the sleeping god.
out of Context;
‘you care not if the cut bleeds, and the soul that is mine stains the ground, as these thoughts are so foreign to your own i see… there are times when dark things overtake a person’s senses, and that depends very much upon the donor of brain matter, as the ticks and leeches try to drink it in deeply…’
Printer’s Devil
out of Context;
‘to call this place a hellbox where all the wasted pieces fall, and then taken to be melted together to fill the machine again, to make more phrases with which we speak and chatter together… we still utilize this grotesque adaptation of a system to further plunder and suck from a cruel world…’
Ocho de Verde
out of Context;
‘was there ever really anything left?… or was it all just a series of facts?… the poetry translated through a tormented scripture… no, just the repressed buttons and switches and levers that resist the finger, we down play the mutant suffering motherfucker unaware…’
Ill the logic of theft.
out of Context;
‘there is no way to pass through this particular chapter of the devil’s gauntlet unharmed in some way, but the idea is not to let the fear be the only trigger, thinking decisively needs to be a priority when least expected… in the tumult of daily experiences…’
Labels of loss.
out of Context;
‘why repress the expression through this avatar we have become, each trying to lure and affix the other to some bound ritual obsessively, and trying to steal a little more time from the greater sum of the parts when we each want something a little better than this….what we are left with from the ancestral cesspool…’
Days of the wasted.
out of Context;
‘the sanctity of home becomes a lost cause when the monotonous thrill ride comes close to watering the flowers on your grave, watching your futile family and friends wander outside long enough to introduce themselves, and then the roaring hollow winds coming to fetch your soul…’
the Punxsutawney filler.
out of Context;
‘we see it everyday, pistol-whipped and nipple-fed, the everyday sheltered populace in their witty fashion apparel… if the groundhogs eat our flesh, sew the better seeds i say, and forget about the past with all its myriad functioning things… the better to make us all martyrs someday…’
Further spam from hell.
out of Context;
‘a wrought-iron pin stabbing through the fever-pitch brain as it melts the eyes in my head, the nerves inside are far too burned out to be repaired, or so it would seem from the insight out…’