out of Context;
‘organizing the thoughts in order of their priority, even as the priorities shift from one hand to the other, but what impedance from this charging tirade out of the mouth of the philosophers stoned… to extol that an inkling of the just and righteous is within me is purely false advertising on my part, but there are other parts to perhaps look toward when contemplating a phuture so phat and deep with a sleeping fortune of tortured contortions, the imagination stirs a beast that waits in the farthest shadow reaches of personal time and space…’
out of Context;
‘we are an act of god, but what is it that we are calling god?… are we always thinking of classical reference when we speak of that mystical mass beyond the skylight?… by classical of course i mean to imply the historic tales of the Olympians, the Egyptian and every pantheon known to the anthropomorph-romantic manner of humanity, taking the hearth wisdom of ages beyond our recollection through oral and literal traditions… harnessing our cultures into place for a rebirth into unified sanctum with each other as a whole, or is this yet another lie hiding within their arsenal?… to transmit these sacred implications gives me no right to take hostile stances towards everyone else Here, but what else have i to do when at times i have a difficult time liking myself…’
out of Context;
‘I love you all… even if we never visit again this rich and splendid foulmouthed fountain called earth, i will champion this halfbreed attempt at humanity, but only as the ephemeral mood has hit me in the burning candle of life….the incandescence is bright and intense from inside, but once outside the center of the flame, the universe might seem expansive quite objectively to one with the eyes to see it from that distance… where the flame resembles the calescence of our cosmic solar star game, and humanity crawls upon but one planet circling graciously and pseudo-synchronously with the other hulking masses still, waiting and influencing the drama as it begins unfolding through us and the rest of the environment Here… pausiously stepping out with daggers in hand…’
out of Context;
‘the matted mane of hair in the eyes, the stage opened up wide as you try and fail to hyde the syde that styles your pryde, but why even seek the need to obfuscate the mind’s eye?… with all the weight we each carry, it is an impossible act to accept and admit when one is corrupted through being another chemical missionary, and the company pharmacopoeia tries to sap the brain and energy necessary to break the cycles of pain… to generate a thought from the organic transmitter lodged with electrical impulses to run the circuits, chemical mechanisms moving without word, but merely the right frame of insight to guide an escape through the days…’
out of Context;
‘the muse rendered through a sick infatuation, but yet the muse reappears again in disguise of mirth and a-muse-ment… the raptures of laughter in a simple place… let the sick who want to eat, chew, and let the the masques of the mighty fall by the wayside as the giants loose themselves upon this collapsing cage built through fears… the energy to suffuse the panic and public opinion of the people with a dedicated circuit that loops over and over until the switch is turned off by a licensed technician, or the use of a shamanic position to quell the fury of by gods unleashed through the manic, spastic memes viral like disease to assume there is meaning or proof…’
out of Context;
‘for the greater purpose of understanding the work as well, finding it necessary to track the challenges as well as the ideas in order to gradually learn what to do what feels right… the last of the seven day struggle is basically a freedom-to-relish period in the artistic vision, perhaps relaxing with more magical rites in chaos or playing along to the stereo, but there is no limit to what experimental charge can be conceived… this leaves the system open to any definition…’
out of Context;
‘the foolish aspect to this reality we hold so dear is necessary as unforgivable as stupidity can be, it is a needed element in the acceptance of reality for what it is, but it would only seem as if we dance to the pied piper on the surface of the thought… only confronting the rare issues head-on, but it takes a certain quality of graceful instinct for courtesy and respect to move before your assumptions, the magic comes later and of a timing specific all its own… the binary sequence radiating throughout us all and our cosmic knowledge, the elements of physics and the fantastic display of reality…’
out of Context;
‘relinquishing humanity for the opinion of profit at the price of indentured obligation… the mainstream mysticism of humanity is blistered and purged of real genuine courtesy, and this is why we lose respect for our ancestors and nature altogether, this is a dim pre-apocalypse mood i have catered to in making the choice to see the negative strings sometimes more than any others in relation to making things work… seated in a biased basis of hypnotic manipulations and gyrations…’
out of Context;
‘a cruel and defiant wild child, the natural world eats its young if they cannot survive the volcanic surface of the tormented moods that percolate to the barren land mass, and a sea in the distance where our toys have gotten a chance to poison the creatures underneath… we submit our world to the same penetrating sickness that we perpetrate upon each other…’
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‘the unbelief seems more potent, more banal, than the morbid sense of disbelief that pervades the lunatic television culture… that parasite breed like a cockroach crawling sinister things creeping through the yawning maze, it opens out but cannot see its own fate, and the still disastrous results plague the happenstance passers-by when the wasting of years is upon them… this bone machine tamed and conflicted, domesticated…’