out of Context;
‘middle age equals the plateau for most of us perhaps, but i wonder just what fiction we are imbibing from that glues us to these unimportant displays of dominance, waging battles for nothing over nothing with everything at the stake burning… the masculine distance matched by the feminine reach for contact…’
out of Context;
‘the sanctity of home becomes a lost cause when the monotonous thrill ride comes close to watering the flowers on your grave, watching your futile family and friends wander outside long enough to introduce themselves, and then the roaring hollow winds coming to fetch your soul…’
out of Context;
‘obviously not everything i write is going to be a jewel, but it is the effort of working through what isn’t just meat and tissue that makes this exercise worthwhile, not every word stands alone…. because you cannot understand the story without reading every word….’
out of Context;
‘the subliminal mistake that might take decades to waste the rest of life to dust and those chiming scattered winds, though it would be anyone’s guess whether as a species we could ever get away from the righteous segregation enough to reassemble into a unified plan to escape, and to put forth the effort required to create a hole in this oft-looping cultural field…’
out of Context;
‘that there is a different being than what appears at first through the skin, a crevice of complicated stubborn sense crying out that life isn’t fair, but fully aware that no one wants to listen to that droning on… there isn’t much that isn’t make your own luck…’
out of Context;
‘everyone strives to put into place their own ideas of order before losing to the perils of time… those decrepit swinging doors opening out onto a landscape of cretins and sycophants… sitting to abide the time, wasted and a-daze at the increments exploding before the eyes, and puzzle gets deeper and richer…’
out of Context;
‘i feel lost like this… saving up for an expulsion into the abyss… loveless, disgraced trip to falling… what can I give?… errant in divine, a fool’s proper wisdom of conceptual content, and nothing you would be interested in by the end…’
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.’