Nine times…nines times, I have fought for these threads. the clerk nodded, absentmindedly.
seemed to agree with every word I said at-large. clearing his throat, he calmly replied cautiously.
What trouble would you have, sir? my defiant stand made him quite clearly affected, a silent stand.
the lone vagrant diatribe cautiously relents into the darkness of his forgotten intellect, a swine standing. there where a man just stood, relenting against a painful system infecting him. his twisting made leaps into the insecure nature of impact, as the crutches fell away to the floor, and he faced thunderous approach into a concrete surface. the flames ignited through a human anger flew and spewed to the floor. the scream at the end left no doubt at the intrigue in the wake of the apparent. Did you like that, cripple? he was not afraid to …
out of Context;
‘the dirty and nasty traits shot into the culture through society’s veins to affect generations and generations until we defeat ourselves letting those-whom-are-not-to-be to take our places as the cattle…’
out of Context;
‘the narrowed focus of being the truly deceived, manipulated from simpletons planning their checker board tests of strength, and ages remaining to discover what falsehoods can be revealed behind the masks playing havoc behind the scenes… the horrid fantasy world that becomes the game board in action… mocking reality for the fears inherent in other minds…’
out of Context;
‘we seem to conform to other diatribes of opinion just to satisfy the fiction of an ideal existence… do we sanctify our own ways of being true to ourselves in that harrowing light?…’
out of Context;
‘there is no need for all the constraints in a subjective world of freedom, but controls will always try to make us believe otherwise… believe, and feel the noose get tighter as you misstep… behave, and see your innocence destroyed under the weight of responsible nuisance as the load grows heavier…’
out of Context;
‘waving black flags in the distance, signaling to the others that the fray is still yet in motion, and moving to plunder the next method within this tempest of madness…’
out of Context;
‘the energy to restore my mode of thought has been misspent in awkward situations for long enough, but power is back in my fingertips today… time to throttle the words out of my head, and give my catharsis what it needs…’
out of Context;
‘the electric impulse is always there, and always has been, even as we would try our best to forget it or make believe that we can control or manipulate its validity… there is no ending if there is no stopping, and Here is where we go when it is time for the next steps to infinity, this is where we all meet the same walls and learn to dismantle them in order to renew… the forces that we have become are inescapable, but not without relent’
out of Context;
‘the whirling void accepts us like cheap used goods, all at once or one at a time, we are made to feel as though there are no options left until we are far past the door of opportunity. where can we find ourselves once we get to that stopping point? is there a point there?’
out of Context;
‘not a necessary force or implication of doomed appeal, we are merely Here for the interests that we may choose to take upon ourselves, and few will ever choose to see past the brick wall of their own emotional development. myself included at the most detrimental times of season it seems…’
