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Gimps of the Mind

out of Context;
‘an unwavering clarity in this… the respect for those dolled-up waifs traveling in circles far too distant for me to rotate within as the whips and chains of the soul are bared teeth savoring the taste and the consistency of skin as device of thrilling conclusions and endless romanticism with sensual possibilities pulling some of us along by a leash, and the tightened collar grip the mass-ters tug upon to control this defenseless puppy’s hold on reality becomes much too much while that tightening costume of the gimp wears thin in small increments that make the skin itch for tender mercies or a pledge for forgiveness from those wielding the power over who stays and who goes, but the sweat and the screams for those few brief glimpses helped the victim absorb the terror by indulging…’




Shits and Giggles

out of Context;
‘life-changing pieces which will create the puzzling person we end up with as finalized version, but even posthumous memories and items cannot replace the face that came with the name or disdain that might have been common to one who has done so much to change the worlds swirling around them as visibly displaced remains the echoing sensations… like ghosts always in revolution…’




Reckless Nativity

out of Context;
‘the subtle rage builds up as does the tension within this cage that has been pushed as sage advice when the reality promotes more ire and frustration as the minutes keep ticking away as it cranks up the suspense that people are sensitive to when the social menace lays its’ hands on you too, and it will then move as you sight the beast for yourself wondering where it ever came from within this natural modern world under the false impression that innocence is some benign ideal expressed by those with lost yet lingering youth… dowsing for a living faith…’




the Wastrel

out of Context:
‘the dead beats of the apocalypse heart spread enlightened fire to the resisting heads unwilling to try understanding this mess made before they ever got Here to confess empty what it is they sold as souls for the material left in the wake, this a seething sea of debris and decay as the pieces rust and writhe as machine gone astray as much in the dark as the light of a new age where nothing rules over us as our lives are each so very precious both to us and the people we affect by our thoughts and actions coming alive…’




the American Carcass

out of Context;
‘unknown to the witness… the cattle rattle death and breathe their last for the impudent sacrifice to avarice and risk to alter fate with their lives in as tormented a wait for the chopping block as the weight of a grisly ritual takes place, but how far is it that we are removed from this slaughter as caustic disco in which we have caught ourselves in a danse macabre much too late after throwing up our hands awaiting for some thrill ride to take place, the thrill of a moving from one reality into another on a path which none may ever follow into the abyss as recycling of souls…’




What Next?

out of Context;
‘the momentum from this haste of mob mentality that strikes distaste in those mouths caught screaming on the way down as though they could not have ever fathomed a force to pull them over the edge into an ablyss (blissful nothing; the bliss attained by ignorance) from which no one can be torn back from whole because of the ever-involving nature of this swirling locomotion…’




kHeterotopia

out of Context;
‘the symbols and signals that garner respect for those that know how to play these vindictive little games that mute more than one or two voices to exorcise the random ghosts of rebellion out of the system… i cannot stand this rage at an impotent stance neutralized by a credible opinion from out of ivory towers gilded in a shroud of oblivion as a humanity staggering out from underneath the shadow tries as many keys as possible to unlock this doorway as an exit, in some kind of path through all the collected works and versions of this station earth…’




Attitude of the Edifice

out of Context;
‘conceptions molded into a truth becoming brittle as the ages past have drained and withered it from a graceless shaking bait… it is this trap of expression to be trapped and expressed in quantified breath as captured from the litter of literal thoughts centering around shroud of a humane convenience wrapped about in hasty ignorance for a future predicted born of multiple protrusions of influence by neither reason or logic as it is the fusion of this duality that confuses those general people just attempting to live some kind of ideal family life that is never easy nor is it simple as growth flows without bothering to warn anyone these days, the common education has become stagnant trying to adapt as an entity with humans as its’ brain…’




raze of the Dyspeptopia

out of Context;
‘this cult war between everyone and everyone else Here, easily part of the destruction of society in this current frame of mind as written in the Now you see before you to be taken with either a grain of salt in a superstitious fashion lightly over the shoulder, or as some trivial marker of history when it was relevant and undeveloped as a wound open but dismissed whether through some stubborn attitude out of defensive reflex to protect anything but what might be considered the sacrificial self whose fate is determined by a holy presence somehow mistaken as independent of the human imagination unlike every other pantheon of gods ever conceived as true at one time or another… things started out as a perfection even though it was one that had no obvious realization of consequence…’




Rank and Vile

out of Context;
‘battered by defiance and demystification as an ocean of men justify their taming of this heathen deity through a definition of quirks that holds the beast to chains of thought and its perception not unlike the laws stuck in our heads… reinforcing the blame or shame or disgust at being a criminal free in a free world tamed by the screws twisted tighter to hear pitiful screams of pain all-consuming in bane of haughty misunderstanding as to cannibalize the corpse of the poor like rich rotten vultures lurking to score…’