session one; ‘gutterrats’
lyrics complete,
bassline complete,
beat incomplete,
vocals incomplete,
guitar incomplete…
gnarly new world.
‘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…’
Quote o’ the Month – January….2013
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.”
~Albert Einstein; german theoretical physicist and philosopher.
Twenty Thirteen
‘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…’
Eve of the New
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…’
a Christmas Lost
out of Context;
‘the map out of this complex phase has been built by hands that weave the differing truths complimenting stark contrast against the unforgiving masses engorged on the wars and blood of their brethren as we starve to make a home out of survival… a revival of the passionate pleas crying for satisfaction from the rogue lovers whose goals are only to achieve an idea of status as quoted in this day and age of sovereign debt and high dark arts of manipulation made manifest…’
Paradigm Shift
out of Context;
‘choking on the seeds of the eras left behind by those cruel and unusual pushed around for the sake of keeping the winning argument forced upon the majority… a synthesis of all these factors and more is what we call ‘soul’, sleeping like a ghost as it trots through progress upon a high horse like a trojan decoy made to look and feel like the way it is supposed to be subtly shaping our thoughts in ways inconceivable to those not there to witness…’
Dys Grunt
out of Context;
‘subtly haunting the bodies committing themselves to this nonsense as ever in motion… striving to hide the hive mind behind occulted rituals and subtle stinging words used to manipulate the population into subconscious fear games that push us all to compete in the great hunt as predator or prey, and as some of the more deluded prepare themselves to die in the struggle alone as wild beasts…’
Quote of the Month; December – 2012
“Every daring attempt to make a great change in existing conditions, every lofty vision of new possibilities for the human race, has been labeled Utopian.”
~Emma Goldman; russian anarchist, activist and author.
Of Satan; a modern essay on evil.
out of Context;
‘reckless after money and power in the face of oppression just to be looking right because no one wants to be caught dead and wrong in the same breath while breathing asleep from the heavy things that drop onto our heads everyday like masochist balloons weighing down the end before it ends like a curtain falling over our outlook on a reality that doesn’t believe in opportunity or happiness without suffering… A trick of the dicks who think they run this place to get anywhere you need to be tamed by shit as beginnings come so quickly before the sweet individuation truly occurs to the newly human guinea pig in training on this animal farm experiment where you are the dead to remain exactly where you are, make no move…’