out of Context;
‘plodding with what condemned fortitude that only a hell-fire furnace can create… we summon the demons that taint our dark sideways glances, lacking any real forethought to the unmentionables, and dirtying those unclean and defective wholes…’
out of Context;
‘everyone strives to put into place their own ideas of order before losing to the perils of time… those decrepit swinging doors opening out onto a landscape of cretins and sycophants… sitting to abide the time, wasted and a-daze at the increments exploding before the eyes, and puzzle gets deeper and richer…’
out of Context;
‘the muses call to me, but from underneath the taint of centuries gone by, hardened into phallic symbols in the fear-based economy… not everything is so romantic… the pigs’ skin sheds itself to leave fresh the surface for a new hide…’
out of Context;
‘we walk with the crutches we were given from the beginning, but at some point even these break down, meaning the need to find new and better crutches sooner than later… threatened by my self desire while at the same time betrayed by the obligations i almost literally signed up for while i had the opportunity…’
out of Context;
‘the insulting linger as the words muster the effort that lacks a meaning, the nonsense becomes indecipherable as the emotions stream into the skull with a momentum all their own, and the villain either becomes vanquished or has more power for that day…’
out of Context;
‘as humans, we might have to fight to understand anything that isn’t handed to us first, and then fight with ourselves to manage the information well later… multitasking this is no easy feat…’
out of Context;
‘colors and symbols and sounds, all of these things blend together in my soul, and resonate deeply with my true self as through all my potential selves… holographically to some degree… a projected copy that “lives” as solid material in a space/ time continuum…’
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