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Prohibition’s Edge

out of Context;
‘deceived by all the right words placed before the ears and eyes of that individual’s intake of information, and thus a strong clutter of emotional static can affect the rational person like a psychic attack minus the warning as a surge of the callous general law flooding through and channeling its way into our stream of speech as tensions rise… i took the role and never planned ahead the slightest, except to buy a microphone for my bass amplifier that would have come in handy and still will no doubt though it was my own lack of any forethought that subdued my participation in the occasion…’




over it.

‘we become as the machines willingly reaching to another rung on the ladder of material artifice called by some achievement hanging like the carrot strung up over our heads to affect our decisions in ways yet more agreeable with our forsaken authorities holding all of the dealer’s keys in their hands… the cataract of capable acts is slowly opening and closing as the stars sway in a strange motion in overlay of the vegetable mindset…’




Of Satan; a modern essay on evil.

out of Context;
‘reckless after money and power in the face of oppression just to be looking right because no one wants to be caught dead and wrong in the same breath while breathing asleep from the heavy things that drop onto our heads everyday like masochist balloons weighing down the end before it ends like a curtain falling over our outlook on a reality that doesn’t believe in opportunity or happiness without suffering… A trick of the dicks who think they run this place to get anywhere you need to be tamed by shit as beginnings come so quickly before the sweet individuation truly occurs to the newly human guinea pig in training on this animal farm experiment where you are the dead to remain exactly where you are, make no move…’




Operation for a Freedom

out of Context;
‘pushed onto the mass mind by a general authority’s idle wandering sights devised and fronted by the public face of opinion believed justified to lie, but where is the dignity acted out as preached by the hypocrite humble instincts that cow down to and cater to the whims of the wealth and its dirty money hands as the strings whip about the limbs to yank and distort to fear machine manipulated Mankind mentality to terrorize a dysfunctional mirror that humanity has become for now…’




No Lifeguard On Duty

out of Context;
‘affairs of the casual human being, and it is at this state we have been in for too many centuries to count where we secure a frustrated impatience for a situation so out of our hands we become impetuous and brash to change things for the “better”… what is this ideal of better so unique to each of us in our time Here that we would get so completely distracted from the point onto other more tangential issues as they swirl only to get flushed out by the ignorance of Mankind’s approach to living best above all other inferior beings in the out there, especially as we get into a kind of apocalypse fever where culturally we crave an end to the static monster thus created…’




Liar of Orifice

out of Context;
‘from our collection of cells with our army and defense of the proof as we know it… whether you strum or blow your wad through a bell, the musica diabolica remains within everyone as fragment of the curious and rebellious interjection as an opposer residing from inside the mind, and it is these perverts of the real that have superseded the culture with their secret and most hushed rituals of self indulgence breaching taboos housed in the matter of the grey…’




Ouija Bored

out of Context;
‘within the continuum, the human being as one step before the human doing in action is able to reduce the total baggage that plunges each of us into the dark cesspool like an anchor pulled through by wave after wave of bludgeoning pulse holding the breather to drown, and much like every other true landlubber so far gone wrong as offshore we have discovered what lies are over the edge of the conscious world of sharp and flat shit piled and burying all the necessary manners and motions in polite forgetfulness…’




One of the Many

out of Context;
‘i am a Window into a Vision of Change, and i am but One of the Many, the need for an honest supplement to life that smashes the overt savagery common to Mankind in its raw and bloody oblation in exaltation of inappropriate destructive behavior that eats resource and relevance alike… needing to see the social consciousness as more than some animal or insectoid collective hive mind, constructing an actual useful tool to understanding our place on this earth as mutual pieces of the cosmic and universal whole vibrating attuned constantly in motion…’




On Writing At All.

out of Context;
‘the burden of the beast with mind alike in such a way as no casual joy can be found in the simple words strung together loosely as though interjected by the amateur who is in this merely for the money, and knows a way to find a profit or a prophet when they seize one, this oily discharge the wrath of god whose bones were used to make my bread fluffy and rise with only the effort required of the artistic shaman at work in the modern sense of decay… not a baker’s dozen for anyone, to mean there is an end is to end by all means the expression made-up to look pretty to anyone who might fall for the trap this crap made from symbols that i have whittled away…’




War Over Mediocrity of Being, the cause…

out of Context;
‘awareness for logical conclusions to which would naturally allow the stable ideas of liberty that can bring most of us together instead of driving ourselves apart… the mechanical lust that has forced our hand to throw down the gauntlet in protection of the raping machine as the faceless progress rolling over a humane organism whose corpse need not appear dead at all Here even as the chrome and wires and circuits raise hell all over the flesh like a bad scene from Superman III perhaps, an aw-shucks-to-position oneself condemning the more protozoan of us to death everlasting in a very base assessment of pure logic and absolution by riddle, but my thoughts and words are merely conjecture until proven as otherwise or until fear has pried loose the truth from cold dead hands…’