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Senseless Within

original lyrics by Aaron Hensley

excerpt; “‘Cause there’s a battle outside
and there’s no place to hide
no escape from the violence malevolent…”

the 13th strikes again…

so Here we are yet again, my tramps and dears alike, the day of days. friday the 13th and no Voorhees in sight. taking my place in the human race without being shy about it, and without the definite affinity with melting objects. the brain drains the pan dry, stepping out into the light, and the flickering display that consciousness has made me imperatively aware of first hand. what is luck, eh?… unlucky in life, unlucky in nearly every other aspect of living, but why the urge to move anyway? sometimes the motion kills remains of aches and seething hatreds that bury themselves under the skin, to stay active makes the blood flow into those warm places. a crutch for the unwary perhaps, but always with the sophisticated tone in ambivalence for reality working towards a progressive end, consistent …

streams experiment 1

but it is my highway the highway men the highway brood the highway stream the highway hypnotism mocking adjustments to mirrors and seats. of course you’ll be uncomfortable. it’s summer time on the coast and your AC sucks the gas out. alternate. take in the view. show the road you knew what you knew.

Stories is My Business…

…and business is rather mediocre at the moment.

that doesn’t stop me from purging my brain hemorrhages all over this blank space. sometimes it takes awhile to come up with more material, but don’t let that perturb you, if you like a certain tale watch it because I always go back and revise the tissue that makes up the story. visions always seem to be changing on me, and new ideas show up on my doorstep without warning. patience is always rewarded, though, and my stories will be no exception. that is why they fit into the on-going sub-category Here. for now, there is going to be time enough to work on everything you see Here, my friends. whether you love it or hate it, there is no reason to just give up on it, but that is always going …

Spare the Artist, Spare the Magician.

fate but no fate in a time with no time… as we are all together once and for all… the divine will to be resides within each of us, and the potency of honest unity altogether can be what scares us into clutching ourselves above all else…

switching channels of emotion.

out of Context;
‘there are too many days in lonely contemplation, and eternity becomes the twisted prism, reflecting the divine light into deformed Technicolor… the remote control over selfless puppetry trying to live a life born from dreams as we commit to the reality… that graphic hole from which escapes no light…’

selective memory.

time is of the essence, but I remember nothing of being born again… the crude matter of getting home was tiring my thoughts beyond compare… a turn of the wheel later, and the sour moments drift away as the door closes behind me… the compounded feelings of satisfaction and sensory overload were consuming a place that I could not lie to, the part of me that was not yet dead, and the rhythm of my heart kicked in at gradual steps behind my movements… layers of clothing fell away as I began to reach at the knobs to the bathroom, to relax inside a warm bath, and house my hindered state into a watery mercy… it hurt to ache this bad wanting nothing more than to bathe away stressful sources of my own decay… my mind was feeling this …

the slow periods.

out of Context;
‘the menace lies outside the walls… waiting… fires burn the ashes of evidence in the wake of our mishaps with laws and functions… to stay in line or walk away?… difficult defined those one-word wayward saints… actions… to make the day how we want it… only the jerk-offs hear nonsense as their dead nazi incestors make up their minds for them…’

the 666 words

out of Context;
‘the tunnel grows sharp as it inserts and asserts itself in the anatomy of gesturing symbols… they twist apart and leave their striking point in the conscious plane… it changes from mouth to mouth for a chance to stick somewhere that it has never been before… a furious freak out that we can’t see as deftly as we need… under the surface, it mates itself sparingly with torrential outpouring of restless emotions…’

SMALL WORLD OUT THERE CONSUMING ALL OF MANKIND

the rage the planet must feel at the tiny invading force enveloping and breeding like mad, but one day there will be justice…