‘we become as the machines willingly reaching to another rung on the ladder of material artifice called by some achievement hanging like the carrot strung up over our heads to affect our decisions in ways yet more agreeable with our forsaken authorities holding all of the dealer’s keys in their hands… the cataract of capable acts is slowly opening and closing as the stars sway in a strange motion in overlay of the vegetable mindset…’
out of Context;
‘Money satisfies our instinct for more, whether for this or that or the other things, but always more pointedly back toward greed. Greed for the shiny and overprotected individual state that we have raised to mythical proportions because we have no other gods around us but us, and we must feel that there is a need to become these things’
“The highest purpose is to have no purpose at all. This puts one in accord with nature, in her manner of operation.”
~John Cage; american composer, music theorist and author.
‘… not developed enough to remember the first time through as the odd cycle circles around back again… more or less to attempt testing the mettle of the participating energies as individuated substances which have the potential to at times transmogrify one into the many creatures that crawl the face of this heathen incubation, where the social distortion takes shape…’
out of Context;
‘all stirs within us just under the surface, feeling the real and reeling from the feel of it… It is while in this state of decay, that I find an effervescence in a morbid fascination to stare down at that reflection that lies just on the other side, but that lives to reflect at us from the people that we know and love…’
“Art is a revolt against fate”
~ Andre Malraux; french essayist, novelist and art critic.
‘concepts and morals to smash the natural order to a state of molten ideas and a more or less malleable society that will follow orders as they are stated when they are stated, facts before fiction and all the clout that could ever bring one in a world based on powers that be as vicious competitors to see and smash into pieces that one god can feed to all the little fishes, and baited by the masters wallowing in greedy pools of sweat and piss as they wait to drown and devour yet further still to propel this cyst’em of infinite growth to absolute destruction…’