out of Context – ‘…expectations are critical Here for some a vital stroke to trigger the obscene rituals that abort our illusory perfection enabled as control because compassion for others must count against those in committing too atrocious manipulations making distinct patterns in the miasma through dread and guilt as markers of imperative accentuation at best, no command over people being as legal as friends who can open one’s heart to warmth of being human when the risks are of possible betrayal can be high and by a certain ratio inevitable as viral amongst these massive fluctuations as frequencies to achieve station inside the mind capable of interpreting these bandwidths and wavelengths to calibrate fortunate footing with the right steps to take as like any baby who is as cautiously fragile…’
out of Context – ‘…the barrel loaded with fresh violence for squealing pigs relentlessly enveloped in a filth used to keep interlopers at arms length away while the dirt and mud and feces become caked on the faces to the point of being unrecognizable to the others, the campfires with baleful glamors clamoring to send another ghost into the flames as sacrificed shard of our own beliefs in what lies beyond all this mingling flesh an exposed writhing code set blindly within our species by an elder god without sentience perhaps formed as a wyrm or demiurge to proliferate in darkest parts of the human heart as offal left on the slab to be examined then eaten as is the way through various accents of civilization…’
out of Context -‘…continuing to distort any ‘truth’ into a critical “reality” impaired by consensus very rarely any sensual journey to be consensual or wished by many floating up against the shit held in the other hand like sands tightly gripped, and these thoughts are merely some mind out of mind as substance enough to queasily repulse those sensitive of stomachs trying to change emotional lead into social gold before the veins run dry of its quarry while a canary lowered too deep to escape freely becomes acclimated into a dark empty where others are too cowardly to tread whether climbing crawling or in casting out creatures to exile…’
Walter couldn’t speak lately, dumbstruck most of the time he was set about to interact with anyone else other than his mother, but she died recently without a single word that anything was troubling her. They had lived or existed together with such casually-intimate time around each that the other lost all pose of decency, and mother had always kept a very sanitized and prescriptive life of rules and regular tongue-lashings to her overweight son to accuse or subtly exaggerate neutrality into moments of that intolerable clarity only women seemed to share in Walter’s mind, to which she would be of no or only cold sternness instead any outward place of loving demeanor for her now adult child if to direct him to feel as inferior as possible especially compared to her presence. So Walter, living as …
The rider was there before, at once a memory and life in motion, but here riding through the desert American-styled in the morning hours prior to sunlight, the rider knew things about this one destination to Biblical, Arizona to a seminal ghost town never to be known. Angela was furious to the point of nearly tears before working at the hospital thirty to forty-five minutes into Scottsdale where her nursing skills led to more hassles anyway, so why and what was the point of getting so frustrated with to accuse Richard of getting high, but when to the extant the world is far larger than at once perceived that questions if it really matters where a junkie finds a dealer in a damn desert if it wasn’t Vegas or Reno….somehow within range of a Blackjack table? While …
The mystery started with a bloodletting that was not too much planned for even though these kinds of strange events were routine in this side of the nightmare, the dream was now a solid reality by this time in the story, but the phantoms had lingered far before this chapter as if the story unfolds only when i say it will. The person in which whose blood was then being let out into the brass goblet custom-made by them, and for this exact purpose and in this exact velvet-lined of antechambers deep inside the labyrinth of halls and corridors, subtly separating the practical world from a dozen or so doors opening out to this series of rooms each more narrow than the last, and an utterly realized blueprint for a ritual bloodletting such as this. Only raw …
Aka-ra was shaking with a gun in his hand more than a little afraid, but on more than one occasion he has been growing a spine for these events, though magic indeed was chaotic sometimes to the point of irony. Though tonight was going to be different rituals of passage for this initiate who was yet to achieve the first part in his indoctrination yet to be, because feats or “tricks” of this level and experience required more than one person as caused by differing difficulties as added variables to the effect, but also dependent upon the parameters set by the other two also which were necessary elements of brutality and suffering in this case something needed to be sacrificed. And at this point of the game a trash martyr was what became absolutely vital to complete …
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‘Do you Here me?’ the rabbit said. The fascists had surrounded them all with their weapons of war as an art of domination drawn and aching to fight, but the delight of the moment was in that secret space where Alixe and the rabbit sat discussing the currency of this scenario playing out before them both in a simple uncomplicated way. ‘Where are we and why these agents of the general law now, sir rabbit?’…
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‘The baby’s arms were fully attached to the cat, exactly where its front legs and paws had been previously, and it seemed at least that the surgery was a success even though the creation still had not yet fully recovered. Smitty was busying himself with throwing away, washing, and/or burning any evidence of what had only transpired three hours ago.’
retelling of red hiding in the body of a girlish, submissive man-whore, and his voluptuous and sexual she-wolf lover…
