out of Context;
‘from mathematics and the divination to perceive the variations as they wash over the milky opaque film as it is played by the players like a game, and no gestures alone seem to fulfill the semantics either… we are obviously more than mere puppetry…’
out of Context;
‘we are never wholly bound by this crazed contrast of ideas made manifest, we are simply conjunctions responding to the tug and ebb of dirty words and dark thoughts, and sacrificing too much to the wasted and vapid years as men that we might try to boldly ‘cowboy-up’ as the retarded emulsifiers the male of the species ill-bent…’
out of Context;
‘obviously not everything i write is going to be a jewel, but it is the effort of working through what isn’t just meat and tissue that makes this exercise worthwhile, not every word stands alone…. because you cannot understand the story without reading every word….’
out of Context;
‘my skin crawls every single time i make a mistake, creating a vacuum in anticipation of the next mistake somewhere in the back of my mind, intimidated by my crap-abiding personality… a fever pitch of dissatisfaction, and where am i in all of this?…’
out of Context;
‘the slow means of moving along in life provided by the filtering process unique to each individual interpretation, the path reinforces itself as the being travels along that channel of energy, and it does take longer than expected when the mind allows so much from the outside a residence inside the skull…’
out of Context;
‘dropping the eyes into the windows of the soul, where does the spirit jump out and play, but my thoughts always seem to make haste for the mechanical pulse inside of things like you or me… the dragging negative anchors…’
out of Context;
‘the grinding autonomous press printing the crest of gather living eyes to sway, and utterly repress the instinct which before now had come so naturally to one, though there are few ways to survive this information as such without the erosive feelings one gets when reading this…’
out of Context;
‘sometimes i wish the emotions didn’t ride so close to the surface, just layers of the holographic barriers we project from ourselves, the core being sheds to expire with the goals of experiencing like all the rest of humanity… what does the spirit crave?…’
out of Context;
‘that there is a different being than what appears at first through the skin, a crevice of complicated stubborn sense crying out that life isn’t fair, but fully aware that no one wants to listen to that droning on… there isn’t much that isn’t make your own luck…’
out of Context;
‘we are a god of a sort that cannot know true power, which is to say that those dimensions already at conflict inside of our consciousness, all of those both collective and individual distances somewhere deep…’