out of Context;
‘obliteration would save us from our lost gyrations messing over the mediocre lines of disbelief, pulling the puppet strings to make those lines blur, and somewhere we separate from ourselves… that being said, the finished story has opened my mind palate, and it still wants a taste of the everything that a warped imagination can provide…’
you might disagree with my tactics, but I am at a loss to please you people…
out of Context;
‘the graceless slip of speech, when mind and body misaligned to reveal the magnetism of failure. that negative monkey wrench that has been thrown into the works to corrupt our severed senses inside the bubble culture.’
out of Context;
‘the massive bulk of human meat spends long hours staring into blank space on purpose. but is there anything to be seen there in that hapless void?’
amid the hectic pace presented by the wankers, buggers and besotted idiots out there, the truth still lies there borne of grief and shame, and few are impressed enough to pick it up again. these angles of attack and gain are wrong enough to be considered avant-garde, but weak enough to not be considered at all by most people.
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…’
