out of Context;
‘we grow and die, we capture the various pieces of information that our own unique filtration systems are able to perceive through the murky cluttered view of reality, and these bits and bytes are data that our random access memory can incorporate into the living understanding that we each are capable of becoming…’
out of Context;
‘goddamn, first surgery ever, maybe i am afraid of getting used to it… then going out and getting that tattoo i meant to get to signify the commemoration of my first live gig with Livid Archaic like i always said i would… had i gotten the tattoo back then perhaps surgery wouldn’t seem that big a deal even if does involve the region of my nethers…’
out of Context;
‘spinning words and emotions on a strand, that single thread as a thought or loop to send one back again, but certainly not to entrap the thinker… the construction of words as the literal structure takes more than will or power, but patience and imagination are keys to the king-dumb…’
out of Context;
‘the attractive urge to spend the wishes i do have at my disposal, managing their moderation one has to step into the fear minus any guilt that might betray the real focus, and sometimes the goals may seem too far stretched by this suspension of disbelief….burning the bridge dogmatique…’
out of Context;
‘to call this place a hellbox where all the wasted pieces fall, and then taken to be melted together to fill the machine again, to make more phrases with which we speak and chatter together… we still utilize this grotesque adaptation of a system to further plunder and suck from a cruel world…’
out of Context;
‘the sanctity of home becomes a lost cause when the monotonous thrill ride comes close to watering the flowers on your grave, watching your futile family and friends wander outside long enough to introduce themselves, and then the roaring hollow winds coming to fetch your soul…’
out of Context;
‘to play my songs somewhere Here close by, busking on the street corner or open-mic night for small amounts of plundered coin, and is this the part-time scale that will please?….is this my missing need that i crave and ache to please?… we shall see, we shall see…’
out of Context;
‘we are never wholly bound by this crazed contrast of ideas made manifest, we are simply conjunctions responding to the tug and ebb of dirty words and dark thoughts, and sacrificing too much to the wasted and vapid years as men that we might try to boldly ‘cowboy-up’ as the retarded emulsifiers the male of the species ill-bent…’
out of Context;
‘my skin crawls every single time i make a mistake, creating a vacuum in anticipation of the next mistake somewhere in the back of my mind, intimidated by my crap-abiding personality… a fever pitch of dissatisfaction, and where am i in all of this?…’
out of Context;
‘the canvas desires other things to appease it, like the spilling of blood or the flowing of wine into gullets, these are the choices in the prices we have made our weights to bear… constantly on the lookout for the fruits of our suffering…’