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…’
out of Context;
‘that there is a different being than what appears at first through the skin, a crevice of complicated stubborn sense crying out that life isn’t fair, but fully aware that no one wants to listen to that droning on… there isn’t much that isn’t make your own luck…’
out of Context;
‘the resistance does seem futile, both to observe from this outside perspective, and to involve and cross that imaginary line drawn inside the mind… the choice to direct oneself through the din of narrow voices…’
out of Context;
‘that icy glare that represents a dynamic constantly fluctuating by time’s incredulous disguised laughter, a slaughtering of the average castrations constraining of that rusted reliance on that menacing industrial waste, but is that really surprising with a taste as culturally empty as ours?… sometimes i cannot disagree…’
out of Context;
‘to grow from pets into people as we take turns soaking our bones, washing the conformity into our minds, but without the discretion that ages left… some people see the patterns inside the ones we are all given, the symbols that trigger the fireworks rise, like acting the phoenix willing to able…’
out of Context;
‘where the rest have become friends, we have become enemies, but only in haste do we strike that turning page that neither of us tends to be on together… the stormy weather hits the boards with pleasure stinging as the anger and insults stack higher and higher…’
out of Context;
‘the muses call to me, but from underneath the taint of centuries gone by, hardened into phallic symbols in the fear-based economy… not everything is so romantic… the pigs’ skin sheds itself to leave fresh the surface for a new hide…’