out of Context;
‘in the guise of religious upheaval promoted by compact media engines of propaganda material value karma, and we can’t even see the truth waving its ample little hands in front of us like the well-trained puppets we are for those of us that have truly succumb to the bath in mainstream hive-mind functionality and efficiency… the irreplaceable motion of energy from all sides of a pressure difficult to really explain accurately without needing some other lengthy discussions about previous terminology, the lifeless jargon of dead worlds collapsing in on themselves as though the whole house of cards were privileged enough to give way in one dramatic swoop of disbelief, but that is never so simply the case inasmuch as we would want to believe otherwise in our ritualistic behaviors to exploit our future concepts…’
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…)”
