‘…something passing for freedom into the hierarchy sacred above many other variable rungs of fortune torture and disaster consequence while innocently challenging fears by trying to discover courage through the mighty pen as priceless power totem that is capable of shattering constrictive form, modeled upon a classical line of tradition while a crude manifest destiny crammed with incidental drama crossed and conflicted intentions especially when coming to conclusions presented as though facts that seem to bias information toward one slide or another into inevitable arguments that ensue once heated debate can churn the most neutral topics into frothing dark waters…’- out of Context
‘…what can a creature such as this fortuitous narrator mutating through phases of phrasing without much consistency to bridge the gaps that convey this information to you from me what do you see when this voice chimes in with every word read, possibly a picture describing the indescribable of biblical proportions though no legend from which to guide yourself to these words maybe if you had met me we could know this for fact and not sabotage or camouflage the truth with misconception and mythic exaggeration laying a heavy hand on our heads as children and into our minds as adulterated products of a society the localized individual does not wholly speak for…’ – out of Context.
‘hyperbully (hyperbole)’
“losers with lasers,
using the violence of science
to assume the worst,
attain dreams and wishes,
no matter how vicious,
asserting their ideas as truth,
promoting their lies as proof…”
CultraQuiot; after a loud quiet will dawn the ‘Renaissistance’… a noise of art insists revolution.
lyrics complete,
bassline complete,
beat incomplete,
vocals incomplete,
guitar incomplete…
out of Context;
‘more than just purely the impulse of imagination, as it is the intricate and complex webbing of a layered acceptance of all those winding routes of knowledge and manifest experience to be intertwined as the “ultraquiot” accepts both life and death through the filter of reality… perceptual reality or “un-reality”, perhaps the word ‘Maya’ as interpreted into a whole culture called ‘Mayans’, but instead of prior ancient peoples we will refer to our ‘Mayans’ Here as the materialists enthralled by their materialism in play as masses obey to their sway… so let the great shit talking begin, i am a walking conscious disease as perhaps previous posts have stated or implied in all too many vague ways…’
out of Context;
‘even for as late as the game is now, i need to adapt or die in this newly informed social order that has accrued without me, but what use is it to give out this much clear information at once?… i was enjoying a slightly better mutual friendship with my longtime live-in lover, many times i have been the untrustworthy one between the two of us and for that i have piled regret up to the doorstep in the demand for restitution, or even the one without the same mapping of mutual benefit that would have naturally lead to a more profound relationship instead of being tired and unfulfilled…’
revision on a work-in-progress
original songcraft by C. Michael Keaton
excerpt-‘to take a look at truth… you must go for it
to see the goal clear enough… cannot just run to catch up
bring on the irony!!!…
a noiseless conspiracy… to hide the fears
the insane and senseless… flock to the seers
‘whor-ree-ors come out and play-ee-ay!’…’
out of Context;
‘the sluggish inner dimension blown wide open for the furnace chamber it is, the heart centered at the top of the ribs, and the pulse a dead beat rising in rhyme to the reason twisting the corpse alive… the labyrinthine threads through which the needle eye accepts only a few, the straws that break the camel’s back, and your mother becomes suddenly struck awake and alive as well… up through that rotted birth canal which we all jettison through, the womb has no other choice than to obey the fist, this the where the creative purge comes in handy, so-to-speak… the Slow Children are not necessarily retarded children, but merely socially unacceptable mental cases to some degree, this is the haunting realism to the situation currently prescribed the vacant mind through a spastic reflex media…’