out of Context;
‘with the holiday confusion almost swept back under Pandora’s carpet, another year passes on, and we might find ourselves trapped inside another maze at the end… with the dust and the refuse our main allies…’
out of Context;
‘this is one of the many reasons/ influences why the human being becomes trapped inside of a repressive state, subduing the emotional intellect, a realization of “tension” between states of being/ mood… existence as illusory is but part of the dilemma, as instinct can undermine this emotional intellect, the animal we are from birth competes with the physical intellect which resides within all of us as well…’
out of Context;
‘My hard-won love is really a very depressing cycle of manipulation that we have built into our culture, the speed with which we crash and spin to the floor when there is damage, and how survival succumbs to this game of psychological warfare when what we actually need is the collective welfare… Where does this insulting drive stem from, I wonder, because the more I resist the greater the pressure seems to grow… Bursting like condensation from the storm cloud, the hate from within pushes others away, radiating like a void suckling nihilistically at the life energy of everything…’ – from the 777 words
out of Context;
‘the passive remains the sane as they sway, rocking against the waves of pain the angry unleashed, compassion seeming lost in the stiffness… the joints break down as the mind dims thin, cracking back the taps into spinal ‘columbined’ fluids, and still the silent leak into thread-bare listless crave… the tapping totals nothing as the fingers flicker from fear to page in equal streak, but is there ever really more to this, something quantified beyond the potential?…’
out of Context;
‘where are words when we leave nothing to be said later on?… the drifting whispers of ghosts as they travel through the murky tainted guts of a systemic infection pushing past boundaries empty of the right sense of certainty… the cataclysmic vibe that shoots from loads of minds, as the negative thrust revives its diatribe, wealth for the poorest vital kind of diseased humanity…’
out of Context;
‘the ringing syndrome flows through the hollow between my ears, and makes me wish i was just a particle again, some side of me in there somewhere… i do not cast aside ideas too easily, i do not think it gives the concepts true justice amidst the evolution of other gems in the lava’
out of Context;
‘i always wonder, but the grain is against me, the conformity… the steps taken that makes me fake, the faithless take is the chosen way, and still the same yet into light we seem to fade…’
out of Context;
‘martyrs-in-waiting, their blank canvas faces awash in the oil thick dripping from the nose, as crucifixion blues affix their pose in such a way… as to fit the appeal of massive quadrants of people, the numbers lifting high slightly bent to catch the light of day, and the choice is always yours to whom will lead you away…’
out of Context;
‘i feel lost like this… saving up for an expulsion into the abyss… loveless, disgraced trip to falling… what can I give?… errant in divine, a fool’s proper wisdom of conceptual content, and nothing you would be interested in by the end…’
out of Context;
‘slide into September like a sloth, three toes that it lost a long time ago, a cost of fairly even weight the kind I cannot even Here demonstrate… what is another year anyway, which is to say this, but what has another man yet another year to live?… the solid concrete forms of His years, whoever this man may be in the future or past, a traveler nonetheless rehashed…’