Wandering starved, wandering scar.
out of Context;
‘The sound, I always go back to the sound, but it is difficult to describe if you cannot hear…’
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Rainy day blues.
You think you’ve got troubles…
There are some things in life that are inevitable, from the things we need to survive to the ideas that become reality within decades, but what binds us together makes the whole stronger…or so I had come to believe previously. It is not difficult to feel forsaken by the world at large, and to feel infinitely alone through the view of a keyhole, the eyes of the voyeur taking his place. This feeling has come over me, and hasn’t seemed too unreal by my standards, though everyone else would disagree. Descended as never before, through the ecstatic pains of poverty and kind words, and yet I must see this thing to the end of its’ supposed journey. The laws disallow me to sing praises to my fellow human beings because of …
When the mirror breaks.
out of Context;
‘Disaster-deranged through moral lens, and logic defends bad luck brain dead, for the sake of realism amusing the listeners’ abstract relay of pain and humor and irony. The vision is still the same viable thing, but it is then that you look to the relevant tangibility within the vision, to manifest the answer to your questions that have created themselves to teach. Teach yourself the words that you know the song to, hum it while you think through all that clutter, and beyond the distraction will be found that recuperative resolve that is necessary through harsh storms of internal rhythm and beat…’
What the mirror brings through.
out of Context;
‘Only if one should abide by the realization of the negative forces, does the energy become heavily charged against the individual, and conceptual reality bends against this negative pull…Consistent preoccupation with these dark forces can leave one embittered, and this can be the true hazard when dealing with negative energy, underestimating the potential while over-shooting the kinetic as it plays itself out…’
Insemination of the bowels.
out of Context;
‘The freakish dance in waves to music of humming roar of Dante’s inferno as gateway to the interior, where the masses progress towards a massive unification of force and motion into the “titanization†of humanity, and into the shape of alloys and artificial means to manipulating progress toward the end goal…’
These courtly premises
Today is court day in T-minus one hour and counting, anxious to see if the judge will accept my plea, but difficult to say…I am currently unemployed, even with a college degree I’m a bum, but I’m looking for income with a focus and intent to better myself and my surroundings…It is tough to nail down all those details that are required to be human, one of those aspects to life that we must deal with is the law, and how interesting it is that our society tries to arrange itself for the betterment of American-kind…When the average citizen of the world population is Chinese, and paranoia is the stark-raving madness that we must be aware of, there is so much out there that is difficult to avoid…Planes, trains, and automobiles confront us with their speed, and we beat …
Words and more words…
out of Context;
‘Following a method of interpreting others moods and actions as we try to accurately interpret our own moods through actions, and those few thoughts that pertain to getting a point across.’
Spitting the words out.
out of Context;
‘I speak from my soul, but few ever witness it as majesty and nobility, even though this is what other godly prophets have done…I consider myself spiritual, but in no way restrained by a god or deity, I am my own…The alien and the animal, the god and the monster, and the ghost and the demon…’
Less the never.
out of Context;
‘Not a cannibalism of consciousness, but preserving and savoring the meal of existence, and my eyes reveal a distracted nature buried just below…Not always a heavenly distraction, either, but more or less a nasty little thought that pries its way through the muck on the surface, digging its hooks into the flesh to metaphysically snack on the negative emotional supercharge…Those ghosts know how to tear at one’s mind, don’t they?…’