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Being interested.

out of Context;
‘My interest is divided between the relevant and the irrelevant, but not too often am I able to resolve the infrequency that the two cohere, that the two ideologies would collide into a single straight frame of mind…Getting tired of all the self-serving skulduggery that betrays this skin…I am selfish’

Young-Women-and-Skeleton




Financial woes.

out of Context;
‘Where there is a glimmer of hope might be just enough noose to strangulate the good times out of you, but the negative sight is not all there is to see. Even manure grows crops of some worth, but sometimes I wish it wasn’t just this cesspool in view…’

Grade-Crossing-Death




Silly amalgams of syllables…

out of Context;
‘…a chain of commands brought from distant lands to hide ourselves amongst the leaves, and fight the swill of yesterday with words that spill and spew…spoiling the outcry set by forgotten sails…’

Skeletons-in-Comania




i have been wrong, i have wronged.

Death-Holding-Mask

out of Context;
‘This I have made so by my strength of will, I have created this world I have found myself within, and taken no regrets at the actions that lead me here.’




this social dilemma.

Death-Ringing-Bell

out of Context;
‘what is the trigger that lies deep within the fiery terror that possesses the tormented complacence we are within?’




They’re all on drugs….

bill_hicks Bill Hicks R.I.P.




the Return…

out of Context;
‘Confusion lacks the authority to state any valid word emitting signals from my brain…’




Working sickness.

out of Context;
‘With all the bills and necessary spending, it can make it difficult to survive without one or the other, but today I need to make both work for me….my survival and the survival of the certain future are reliant upon my success…’

Unemployment-and-Death




what words have we to tell with…

Mexican-Skull

out of Context;
‘it defies and clarifies the imagination all at once, in steps as much as leaps and bounds, breaking new grounds to have new tales to tell…’




a slit wrist for good luck.

Departure-of-the-Soul

out of Context;
‘the subjective truth lies buried now six feet under where the worms writhe in silent earth. what do you care, however, for this predicament that you have lead yourself towards?…’