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…’
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‘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…’
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‘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…’
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…’
“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.
out of Context;
‘like prowling leather-bound books in our gear and glossy threads, letting no one unworthy into this head that wears out terms by ritual turns as the world remains unsettled as yet, but the molten sphere underneath our feet burns through our literal-minded pages printed and typed on machines of electric fire and forgot by hands without thought… wandering clouded as warped systems of government attempt to control a mortal fate with far-voyaging fingers that parade as agents of change not hate as so many other systems have burnt themselves out blank before getting to this current paradigm shifting like tectonic plates at the well of the world…’
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‘teased and strayed away by the small-minded others trampling on this thing-that-feels… to understand with all our colloquial methods what abhorrent manners manipulated into being together trapped in pace with one another in a race that seems to start and stutter at random intervals as we tolerate this in the name of the chase, another displaced act of “mercy” from a faceless lord over the tiniest decisions and indiscretions that only one being can carry through when all around feels as oppressive from deceit and mistrust in the dirty pocket of humanity, and respect is well-earned by anyone that can handle the burns from these ropes as they are used to bind and gag that single cloud of happiness you were riding to show you this… the cruel world in all its tasteless travesty…’
out of Context;
‘bailing bodies like hay into a wagon of disrepute, to forget about the subtle stasis required by the soul, and to have your lot thrown with every other person afflicted with religion as literal doctrine and not guidance… it is through these systems that we acquire our taste of the mythemes that are the kernels at the very core of any gilded belief, we grow enchanted with the surface appeal to the point of submissive acceptance beneath the material icons that have taken on new lives of their own as other religious qualities are assimilated, but this has always been the way before today to accept and conquer differing beliefs with a standardized box to put all superstitious paraphernalia into a marked ‘to be saved’ status…’
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‘no more professionals just workers united to produce more junk that no one ever NEEDS to have, which does make us all artists in some regard in Andy Warhol’s words, but can leave the best and hardest working people we have left questioning why they are working so hard and what it is they are working toward… the toxic kinesis from one stage to the next in development of the perfected slave race to aid those ancient astronauts back from a time out of space, we build empires to satisfy our curious neuroses that speak of command and control over our peers, but that violent practice leads to revolt and destruction more often than not as it seeks to reach new insights…’
out of Context;
‘we have reached the apotheosis of that era of unbound discovery, now we have to explore those details further within the actual meat and marrow of the attitudes we take for granted… we laugh at others because we are so used to the role of the fool as a comic relief, but we don the serious apparel of the magus or magician when we want our understanding and focus to be respected, this is when the insult stings most and becomes a violence that reaches deeper than any cut or bruise… lingering long after the mortal wound as the person craves equalization or restored balance for the act which throws so much out of alignment, and so vengeance is the natural corollary to these injured feelings…’