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…’
lyrics complete,
bassline complete,
beat incomplete,
vocals incomplete,
guitar incomplete…
‘sitting in this vessel wondering what autonomy we could truly deserve as sub-space culture of demon worms pouring out of the thick bloated colon of past-prime demagogue… i don’t need all this heavy trash like recycled metal weighing down my strained bravery that defies law, tricks of the abyss in a tender kiss that miss the point completely as far as understanding what one can truly embrace…’
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.”
~Albert Einstein; german theoretical physicist and philosopher.
‘beyond perceived oblivion at the doorstep on into the enlightened laws of exception that create our heroes and iconoclasts tearing loose from the concrete that many of the so-called objective thinkers put between their focus and perceptions as walls as witnesses to some great absolute truth… many of the greatest truths we are ever so truly able to discover relevant in ourselves to the present sphere of time requiring that the animal of humanity acquire compassion to directly access timeless ingenuity…’
out of Context;
‘where the only access refrigerator is always locked closed with the cabinets and cupboards nailed shut as the room begins filling with gas from the stove left on high, but no one is getting anywhere in making a wistful final countdown admonishing a god any god that might listen to random pleas sent skyward as the reversal of fortunes makes the heavens fall to earth in impending doom raining blood upon the scourge of humanity killing itself… i am passed out yet again, my friends…’