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…’
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…’
indecision abounds, and I can’t clear the ol’ noggin, friends… gaps in time lead me to be less than fruitful, and I can’t help but classify myself in these retarded constraints, even when I know I am not that terrible… Just uncomfortably lazy…
out of Context;
‘I let it distract me from who I really am, I let the decent things I am sometimes capable of move me to let go, and then I become the prick I really am… distrustful and distasteful in all my manners with respect to other human beings… will I be like this until I die, or will I learn without hurting myself or others?…’
out of Context;
‘social engineering just leads us to reconstruction of our past beliefs in what real means, and so we all seem to reweave the popular construct in the name of progress… so it would seem to us, the insiders looking outward, and so toying with ideas of apocalyptic natures as opposed to man-made continuity seems to be completely applicable to this extreme spectrum of speculation… where is a home for these theories?…’
out of Context;
‘the narrowed focus of being the truly deceived, manipulated from simpletons planning their checker board tests of strength, and ages remaining to discover what falsehoods can be revealed behind the masks playing havoc behind the scenes… the horrid fantasy world that becomes the game board in action… mocking reality for the fears inherent in other minds…’
out of Context;
‘there is no need for all the constraints in a subjective world of freedom, but controls will always try to make us believe otherwise… believe, and feel the noose get tighter as you misstep… behave, and see your innocence destroyed under the weight of responsible nuisance as the load grows heavier…’
there are few things that this world fuses quite so jaggedly as the appearance of human beings in all their splendor. sorry for the strong heaps of sarcasm, but it is a sin not to affect the real irony of the situation. when we are born, we are summoned up from a nether realm of purity splicing through the marrow and meat of this existence, and bathed in the light of the real and solid. that only seems apparent once we are here, though, and we quickly fall in with others ideas of what being here means to them which were influenced by other forces as well and so on from the beginning. there are some who think that to push their will upon other beings is the way to go, but there are no such certainties in a …
nerves at the peak of some fringe sensitivity…the dead flesh sat in my mouth for some amount of time before I gave it up…no screaming and no complaints for such a simple loss of blood and energy…a wound that has never happened quite like that before until today…severed the frightened feeling with the chunk of skin and nerve…no one noticed until far after the fact came and went…the bloody tip still hot and pulsing tries to warn me of the impending dangers of mistreatment, but the pressure remains to blot out the cries in pain…emotional pain is so much more sincere, but physical pain is direct and there unlike the ephemeral emotions…
