out of Context;
‘the unbelief seems more potent, more banal, than the morbid sense of disbelief that pervades the lunatic television culture… that parasite breed like a cockroach crawling sinister things creeping through the yawning maze, it opens out but cannot see its own fate, and the still disastrous results plague the happenstance passers-by when the wasting of years is upon them… this bone machine tamed and conflicted, domesticated…’
out of Context;
‘the reason for the title of this post is because I am taking showers later at night to insure that I can wake up and leave much quicker, but the results are vague at best as yet…’
out of Context;
‘the dirty and nasty traits shot into the culture through society’s veins to affect generations and generations until we defeat ourselves letting those-whom-are-not-to-be to take our places as the cattle…’
out of Context;
‘waving black flags in the distance, signaling to the others that the fray is still yet in motion, and moving to plunder the next method within this tempest of madness…’
out of Context;
‘somewhere deep inside it, the dead, it resides….it abides, but not without a restless air about it…’
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; “Here I stand, alone in the dark;
In the presence of fear, with the casket so near
Come to me, I’m calling to you;
Rise from your tomb, my dead dear
Please…(hear me…)
Please…(touch me…)
Please…(feel me…)
Please…(fuck me…)”