out of Context;
‘you care not if the cut bleeds, and the soul that is mine stains the ground, as these thoughts are so foreign to your own i see… there are times when dark things overtake a person’s senses, and that depends very much upon the donor of brain matter, as the ticks and leeches try to drink it in deeply…’
out of Context;
‘the canvas desires other things to appease it, like the spilling of blood or the flowing of wine into gullets, these are the choices in the prices we have made our weights to bear… constantly on the lookout for the fruits of our suffering…’
out of Context;
‘the insulting linger as the words muster the effort that lacks a meaning, the nonsense becomes indecipherable as the emotions stream into the skull with a momentum all their own, and the villain either becomes vanquished or has more power for that day…’
out of Context;
‘as humans, we might have to fight to understand anything that isn’t handed to us first, and then fight with ourselves to manage the information well later… multitasking this is no easy feat…’
out of Context;
‘this is one of the many reasons/ influences why the human being becomes trapped inside of a repressive state, subduing the emotional intellect, a realization of “tension” between states of being/ mood… existence as illusory is but part of the dilemma, as instinct can undermine this emotional intellect, the animal we are from birth competes with the physical intellect which resides within all of us as well…’
out of Context;
‘My hard-won love is really a very depressing cycle of manipulation that we have built into our culture, the speed with which we crash and spin to the floor when there is damage, and how survival succumbs to this game of psychological warfare when what we actually need is the collective welfare… Where does this insulting drive stem from, I wonder, because the more I resist the greater the pressure seems to grow… Bursting like condensation from the storm cloud, the hate from within pushes others away, radiating like a void suckling nihilistically at the life energy of everything…’ – from the 777 words
out of Context;
‘the passive remains the sane as they sway, rocking against the waves of pain the angry unleashed, compassion seeming lost in the stiffness… the joints break down as the mind dims thin, cracking back the taps into spinal ‘columbined’ fluids, and still the silent leak into thread-bare listless crave… the tapping totals nothing as the fingers flicker from fear to page in equal streak, but is there ever really more to this, something quantified beyond the potential?…’
out of Context;
‘i always wonder, but the grain is against me, the conformity… the steps taken that makes me fake, the faithless take is the chosen way, and still the same yet into light we seem to fade…’
out of Context;
‘topics through the mind meat, somewhere deep that can never be touched by human hands, but torn apart with a simple command…we might have the impossible journey stillborn in our hands, but, goddamn-it!!!, we are good people…yet, where is this fascinating syndrome i have come to feel?…’
