out of Context;
‘the ringing syndrome flows through the hollow between my ears, and makes me wish i was just a particle again, some side of me in there somewhere… i do not cast aside ideas too easily, i do not think it gives the concepts true justice amidst the evolution of other gems in the lava’
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;
‘i feel lost like this… saving up for an expulsion into the abyss… loveless, disgraced trip to falling… what can I give?… errant in divine, a fool’s proper wisdom of conceptual content, and nothing you would be interested in by the end…’
out of Context;
‘slide into September like a sloth, three toes that it lost a long time ago, a cost of fairly even weight the kind I cannot even Here demonstrate… what is another year anyway, which is to say this, but what has another man yet another year to live?… the solid concrete forms of His years, whoever this man may be in the future or past, a traveler nonetheless rehashed…’
out of Context;
‘what souvenirs are left us besides our stories witnessed, and the gifts we have kept with us, but something other than the decadent positions… of surface glimmers like the tans, the burns, the blistered exceptions that shimmer as we see them in our mind’s eye projected…’
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…’
you might disagree with my tactics, but I am at a loss to please you people…
this is water many men fear to tread, late at night in their beds, drifting to sleep with the dead…
