out of Context;
‘where are words when we leave nothing to be said later on?… the drifting whispers of ghosts as they travel through the murky tainted guts of a systemic infection pushing past boundaries empty of the right sense of certainty… the cataclysmic vibe that shoots from loads of minds, as the negative thrust revives its diatribe, wealth for the poorest vital kind of diseased humanity…’
out of Context;
‘martyrs-in-waiting, their blank canvas faces awash in the oil thick dripping from the nose, as crucifixion blues affix their pose in such a way… as to fit the appeal of massive quadrants of people, the numbers lifting high slightly bent to catch the light of day, and the choice is always yours to whom will lead you away…’
out of Context;
‘obliteration would save us from our lost gyrations messing over the mediocre lines of disbelief, pulling the puppet strings to make those lines blur, and somewhere we separate from ourselves… that being said, the finished story has opened my mind palate, and it still wants a taste of the everything that a warped imagination can provide…’
out of Context;
‘the tragedy is that we still resist, and give-up in a balancing act that will deprive as much as deprave all the rest of us, making tests of us to find out who is the best of us…’
Conventionality is born of stagnation and a reluctance to relinquish our grip on antiquated social observances. While it’s understandable that people want to revel in the bastion of the familiar and shun all things foreign, it should be etched into our very soul how important it is to learn and evolve beyond the mundane, for to grow stagnant is to stop moving forward, to allow convention the right of way is to disavow our own humanity and free will, and squelch the fire of imagination, and crush all possibility of really feeling as though we’re alive.
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;
‘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;
‘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;
‘Sometimes distractions sap my ability to focus, but not when their distracting powers are dismissed powers wholeheartedly…Diverting energy away from the creative act is akin to blasphemy to me, but to get things done properly, it needs to be at those detrimental times when such necessity is a given…’
