out of Context;
‘the whirling void accepts us like cheap used goods, all at once or one at a time, we are made to feel as though there are no options left until we are far past the door of opportunity. where can we find ourselves once we get to that stopping point? is there a point there?’
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The fissures from the social pressure becomes a force to be reckoned with as I scale the mounts to take on epic conditions above me. My mind feels as yet still too young to pronounce pro-actively. I wonder what dysfunction puzzles my systems, and what the consequence will bring about to face me from the depths.
out of Context;
‘The sound, I always go back to the sound, but it is difficult to describe if you cannot hear…’
out of Context;
‘Following a method of interpreting others moods and actions as we try to accurately interpret our own moods through actions, and those few thoughts that pertain to getting a point across.’
the beast is myriad forms taken shape…the mind that guides these words is feral…the primitive harshness of a concrete reality, but what is real?…god is everything, a sense of one with everything, and some would say a certain selflessness…selfish beasts that we live inside…what meanings are offered to appease the ever-questioning mass of cells?…why does rot taste like the sea?…are we all parts of an ever-rotting godform?…the flesh would suggest that in some sense…why does the beast rot away?…godness defers some sense of eternity, or is that the dichotomy that the spiritual prevokes?…
out of Context;
‘Did it all just decide to up and run away from the raging tempest inside my brain?…With its flotsam and jetsam fully intact for the next go around in this lively thrill ride…You may wish to laugh at my words, but I know your secret envy, for which you must follow the footsteps into the fires…’
out of Context;
‘With all the bills and necessary spending, it can make it difficult to survive without one or the other, but today I need to make both work for me….my survival and the survival of the certain future are reliant upon my success…’
out of Context;
‘it defies and clarifies the imagination all at once, in steps as much as leaps and bounds, breaking new grounds to have new tales to tell…’
the waiting is what kills you
queue upon queue of waiting
like a river dribbling people over
to sort their way through more lines
patience should be easy
patience is the way to meet such a challenge
impatience, however, is far sooner
revealed and realized
as the blood begins to boil
as annoyance takes its’ toll
this isn’t the place for weakness
weakness should be kept to
the infirm who cannot reach
to make known the need for help
help out from progressing lines
for freedom from waiting