the night showers…
out of Context;
‘the reason for the title of this post is because I am taking showers later at night to insure that I can wake up and leave much quicker, but the results are vague at best as yet…’
out of Context;
‘the reason for the title of this post is because I am taking showers later at night to insure that I can wake up and leave much quicker, but the results are vague at best as yet…’
out of Context;
‘the graceless slip of speech, when mind and body misaligned to reveal the magnetism of failure. that negative monkey wrench that has been thrown into the works to corrupt our severed senses inside the bubble culture.’
out of Context;
‘pop implies that a cataclysm of conformity will bake us inside of our skulls in a way that we shall never really recover from.’
dissuaded and dissatisfied with the corrupt aide of the ego in my culpable hands, attempting to harness my peculiar reasoning for a lifestyle set in contradiction, and take on the ownership of self through the lens of rational dichotomy in autonomy… crafting a question somewhere centered inside all real personal belief to be asking while staying true to the absolute identity…
out of Context;
‘with questions of intellect turning from the emotional realm to the moralistic, and even into the religious territories of wonder. hurdles and experiences one-and-all, but not without certain rewards to be had. the machine grants the probability for success, and a contented cog is an effective piece of movement, free of distractions and earnest to better progress.’
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…’
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?…’
out of Context;
‘My time Here has been marred by a handful of incidents as this, but my narrow-mindedness is not making me its bitch forever…Narrowing should only create a more focused approach Here, but if given the reigns, it can soon turn into a harrowing whirlwind to overcome…’
out of Context;
‘…To define thought as just another room to enter…The space between shadows, and the space in between those, the particles that sing through the passageways and patterns of wherever we are…’