out of Context;
‘the only thing that can be felt without the taint of the corporate terror-stocracy is the person’s own thoughts, which even the manipulators can figure a way around by subtly supplanting the things we see around us into a surreal sense of hopelessness…’
out of Context;
‘the doldrums of waiting for something to happen with nervous energy, and an ear for the next ordered move to come, wondering in silence over the state of things as they are… feeling anxiety prickling the back of my neck as my curiosity wanders the emotions and thoughts inseparable in my mind’s eye somewhere…’
out of Context;
‘or does that just never matter in the grand scheme of cosmic madness prevailing?… the raw and unyielding words sting and scar as they fly out and away, trying to pressure cook the whole lot of us in an infernal stew, and making the melting pot boiling hot to scald the unfortunate ones…’
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…’
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…’
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…’
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…’
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…’
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…’
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…’