Quote of the Month; August…2011
“To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.”
~Katherine Mansfield; new zealand author and critic.
atrophied tumult Witnessed today.
out of Context;
‘a dysfunctional lot to be thrown in with the other false gods trying to rub two nickels together to create change, loosely defined as the caged lunatics are set free then locked out to cull the herd that are left walking the streets too late at night though even night is no barrier to a real monster, but few ever get a chance to witness that atrocity up close without themselves being tragically snuffed out… we have homegrown film-born simulations of the actual thing, but the truth of the matter is always far stranger than the fiction interpreting the mixture in this place we are in, our lives becoming these entranced oblivious attempts at half-assery with a sophomore chivalry to boot it to the head instead of faking a mockery to the real live substance…’
Transplant blue.
out of Context;
‘finding out who or what i am to become before i am done… not really aware of any celebratory occasion, but there are many things going on all at once melding of the enmeshed personality strands representing the various formula and equations on a different level of sequence at the same time as the distortion of self rises up and out of the miasma as humanity’s birth, patterns do not give up their secrets that easily however… like maps they need to be read and then re-read before there is a manageable sense of direction, where you are at at any given point in relation to everything else at the same time Here, but travel is skewed by shifting ideas of light and darkness filtering through each other to create varying shades of life…’
Submit to transition.
out of Context;
‘is this the end of the trip that started even before our life and death in physicality, and where do we go from this place that we have convinced ourselves never ends?… we are sick to the cells with what we allow, and yet we allow more to satisfy that god spell woven over the rise of the masses to cover them, to heal with our poisonous medicine fresh from the process that makes sense out of the scientific mess in our midst… signals paint our faces in the darkened corner we place our rears to shut away the outside swirl as things might go hectic at a moments’ notice from where we casually steer, slightly off-kilter when thinking about the years behind me, and weighted by limp and heavy fears that were never my own…’
a trick of the Jesus fish.
out of Context;
‘the particles of passion presented through old-fashioned ideals, it’s nice to know that we are so easy to twist the ideas around ourselves, and especially without the classic fear of retaliation that comes with a war brain set on kill like organic programming should be for the children to respond to… the haunting melodies as they swell and strain from their own will alone swiftly sift through the people like a sieve, we corrupted of humanity a majority built in disgrace for the entertainment quota of the rational fold taking public opinion to new levels of the hoard, and we appear helpless from the outside mind…’
litmus test of the Damned.
out of Context;
‘scaring the worshipful harangue of the blissful ascetic feeling justified in prayer, but who is to excuse all that remains of us there?… as though a superior god would care for every part of self and cell, as if a cell were a collection of roles to make each part work together at the same pace in an odd timing or competitive sway between authorities in compliance with any of the pre-described modes and functions for a profit-reaping endeavor deemed to be worthy of moving forward by the powers that be commanding in the current state of interpretation on the heavens and earth surrounding us all, and no being is ever left out of the cosmic scheming that goes on…’
Distracted by work.
out of Context;
‘the fun is ever far from over as time plays the game of pretend, assailing us with the particles representing from concepts older than time itself making each player stage their own death to fit into the role they were made for, but realizing of that is just one more beginning to this stranger-than-fiction trick that appears deceptively quicker than the eye can see even as the show goes on… with stranger movements yet in the periphery on the edge of your vision like a hallucinatory menagerie in the shadows, though certainly not truly hidden only misrepresented through the halo sight we allow ourselves to witness and nothing else…’
Frack the system.
out of Context;
‘lately, the ghosts have begun to transcribe their own works of fiction, but with no motive to get it published through the usual channels of dismissive corporate entities rejecting and interjecting those various stages of approval before it feels used and finished… a trial and tribulation in the variation of a vibrant situation as thoughts to be pasted on the board, the odd trance of immortality as special obtainable goal parallel with a need for money to render the peripheral things alive even through all the years, and we begin to draw and describe the energies that our guts may tell us is to blame for being tossed around in this insufferable storm of confusion that matures with today’s motions…’
xis 6 six
out of Context;
‘keeping humanity in the dark is no solution for this paper-mache propaganda governments use to drywall over what is real outside of this incestral system of ‘kill or be killed’ mentality, overwhelmed with the war nerve that twitches like a trigger clicking in place to fire off the shots that figure into a ‘Juarez (read: war is) hell’ actuality of what we have Here today… eight murders a day, and still none the wiser for all the loss of life yet in the way, as the ‘Merikan monstar crawls through the sewers of policy to lobby for laws that restrict and disenchant the massive human machine that works on blood sweat and tears to build a world beyond fears and guilt and shame for years to come…’
Quote of the Month; July…2011
“You’re caught in a labyrinth of choice and possibility in the world today so you have more opportunity to express your desire, fulfill your desire, sin if you like. The thin line between paradise and ‘The Devil’s Circus’. The agony and the internal ecstasy. I try to resonate this.”
~’Youth’ Martin Glover; british musician, producer and artist.