folk, freak, & the industrial beat.
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…’
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…
a warped reflective chancre that persuades the dim view darker, some individuals worth mentioning because of their endearing compassion, however, I don’t happen to work with any of those people right now.
out of Context;
‘you are all lunatics perverted by the lack of real control that I might seem capable to sustain…’
my worst traits are always out in the open for others to take witness to, and the flakier the better to distract the thoughtful to a crisper crust level, undoing all prior notion to build something from the ground up.
I grow wistful, but it really appears as nostalgia incognito, the hidden sentiment…
Kismet for the dying culture in the unquenchable age of thirst and famine for knowledge.