Quotes of the Month; June 2024
“The soul is the ancestral animals. The body is their knowledge.”
~Austin Osman Spare; british artist, author and occultist.
…dur Foireux cerveau pet…
‘…inhabiting our brains as that vital flashing point subdues finishing off our tainted deceptions observed, ritual excuse used exceptions to the rules jealously oblivious to the inner workings of subconscious yearnings percolating rancid revision allowing our darkest parts to survive upon whatever residence they can find inside of our heads confined that prevent escape stirring ferocious feeling from pits obsessed with retribution reviving the certainty that something is vitally wrong Here accepting very little as factual information as rather only sordid opinions confused weapons composed of words by those insensitive and are motives to match their ballistic all-too enlightened reasons to pervade all the realms in violence as though these are meaningful hold onto traditions… used to destroy ourselves insidious to the rectal sleeve and the flatulence that fabricates…’ – out of Context
…erstWhile nihilist…
out of Context – ‘…overlooking what collected visions we have Here as though anything like us has that command various elementary forces attached to conventional supervisory puppet strings contrary to what imagination can conceive because there is nothing cool or badass about standing out like we think drunk on thinking convinced we should be something new more novel than we are still larval and hatching out of the trap others have made for us seeing wave functions, magical reality perhaps before they may even appear to collapse surpassed by the collective disbelief that enchants all other reality to stay banal something conforming to ideas that work against us and our progress beyond the awareness of infants instead barely the quaint antiquity we thought it would be in the room of elephants alarming but to remove the glass ceiling…’
…oh, Yee of little haw’d!..
‘…social choking hazards in health conditions where the fear and dread become frayed ends of sanity unable to thoroughly heal as psychic wounds aren’t physical but can manifest in many other ways such as killing off living pieces in order to conform or die as punishment for doing things incorrect wrongly swayed Here as stains upon your record compiled for use in reinforcing what can happen, listened to for the first time one might not catch all the details we are supposed to remember against whatever else coercing us to recollect what was the reason for our deployment as this physical manifestation infesting the larger picture with misconstrued views in our back pockets guiding us by the seat of our pants as relentless restless occupants conquering boredom through a violent lens dismantling our functional reasoning…’ – out of Context
…meGrims dark…
out of Context – ‘…clearly triggering repercussions more than simply noise distracting from real issues larger than local as we collectively tolerate this abuse because do not know what else to do with ourselves being in circuits and patterns that previously served those personal gods, now we destroy each other making excuses as we always have understanding these slight variations in the cosmic tapestry from what we can read into its massive ferocious beauty undulating and shaping us as we can be capable of somehow learning observing and recording this phenomena we experience as separate yet combined creatures unable to tap into our natural hive mind except rarity accepted as confidence trick side show shit gimmick blending truth with lies on purpose depending upon persons doing such ornery chicanery to defile and disgrace disturb the human race…’
…Metaphortician…
‘…incapable of sight through this shape as beyond it through cognitive linguistics our chance of getting into heads as parts and pieces of this mechanical puzzle which our existence implies for us if interpreted differently, somehow approaching the subjects and objects as conjoined primary implements that defy easy reasoning from lazy minds sometimes hiding a lack of understanding because psychological infancy can last far into an absolute series in phases of adulthood as rites of passage formulating aspects that are difficult to assume without the experience to achieve differing points of view throughout these frames that take space while alive in this specific realm allowing for understanding at all when those can be opposed to thinking that lead us now hoping for better results from a collective push to reorganize ourselves motivated by decisive action…’ – out of Context
…charlatans Web…
out of Context – ‘…trading apothecary for the white sterile lab coating taking you as scientist and calling you melvins testing, boundaries openings closings gaps and assumptions all variables are home to something different another apex predator in our midst somewhere in the Out There perhaps as far flung futures invested in by someone somehow biding their time on this planet knowing or expecting different results from the vanity of their insanity projected outward hitting others sometimes with severe impairments if the calculations are off but still there is the need nay necessity for more testing even if complicated with sad feelings and the fact that we are all experimental guinea pigs to certain degree scared upon entering the system, like proper specimens yet we require an optimal delusion more than optical illusions tickling trickery into our strange assumptions…’
…signs of the Cruciflux…
‘…instead of tools meant to reduce our larger than life views to match our technology motivating our meat machines to attempt their best at making things that can be changed for the better but greed and other likewise aspects drawn closely to our personal senses of self-righteous superiority and ego coercing others to conform in order to create that systemic green manure as an ideological manifestation of my reproductions caught unable to reduce the questionable urge to binge at some interval reasonably inconvenient to confine us in our own unstable composure as if witnessing something different, and complete for now confusion knows no bounds connecting various disparate elements fashioned into some kind of human machine Here this displayed feeling so territorial as though someone is pulling one over on your god no slight ever accepted…’ – out of Context
…wAnchors away…
out of Context – ‘…who know what they are looking for considering the sources of this animal flesh that bears witness and attacks tries to adapt boundaries without leaping before thinking through completely wired differently scattering of lives living through this manure heap that values only higher and larger amounts of force each finding their own ways to the top fighting against the funk transfer of the zombie eaters relying upon the wells of knowledge planted to grow deeply ingrained impressive seeds laying groundwork, assumptions climbing the most fruitful trees disarming us with dysthanasia or a bad death when haste falling from grace exploiting the ignorant though savage dance through damage introducing lessons back into the mixture hot mozel tov cocktail left shattering displaced glass and shards of fire in the paths of others walking over burning coals…’
…Here comes the dung…
‘…my altar Here in the imaginary where my powers are not held back by prophylactic obscurity because no two stories take the same path within this mass of circuitry playing upon yesterday and today as sensory control drafting our perspectives mutating into the thought police whose moral imperative defined by the system as the only one capable of reabsorbing the energy of anomalies found to be forces at work behind scenes we are not always privy to when it comes to information being that casually relayed with no moderating reinforcement, one gets stuck under layers of the overwhelming someone inflicts upon themselves as that happens to be whatever final sequence required to permit expression of these wild ideas unleashed whistling or whispering through the jelly in-between your ears churning through variable pieces constricting the values…’ – out of Context