out of Context;
‘a cruel and defiant wild child, the natural world eats its young if they cannot survive the volcanic surface of the tormented moods that percolate to the barren land mass, and a sea in the distance where our toys have gotten a chance to poison the creatures underneath… we submit our world to the same penetrating sickness that we perpetrate upon each other…’
out of Context;
‘humans seem to be the ‘just-right’ blank to copy all kinds of data, and to put into instrumentation those tactics that can be gleaned from what experience teaches us in our individual respects and flavors of the weak… a strength crippled like any other so as to make us equals indeed…’
out of Context;
‘we get automatically confused when entering into a foreign experience, at least the first run through, and then afterward there is no question of process or means… sometimes letting our trust get away with us, allowing a particular aspect of the system utilize us as an example somewhere, and even letting the system put additives into the water supply just to teach us a life-long lesson of how to adapt to a toxic environment…’
out of Context;
‘the unbelief seems more potent, more banal, than the morbid sense of disbelief that pervades the lunatic television culture… that parasite breed like a cockroach crawling sinister things creeping through the yawning maze, it opens out but cannot see its own fate, and the still disastrous results plague the happenstance passers-by when the wasting of years is upon them… this bone machine tamed and conflicted, domesticated…’
out of Context;
‘pushing ourselves beyond the constraints of a normal civilization by reaching for the fringes of ritual behavior, mechanisms of coping qualities that subdue for a time the actual urge to run away, but what we label as obligation or ethic to live up to even as we are condemned for what we do… this indistinct wanting within us all, this perceived war on terror boils down to the individual’s right to perceive all aspects without judgment, and letting this go only if that has satisfactory support for an argument… how does this subjective self get along at the snail’s pace normally accustomed the world its natural lethargic state?…’
“in days of heat
sticky, sweaty
a carcass living
casually weeps
in the shadow
no ordinary tears
but tears of blood
the tacky wet
red, moist
as the ripping
waves pulse
like a blow dryer
an antagonistic sun
the hairy face matted
the guilt, the rage
hot issues all well
spent with no
mention of rot or
decay featured now
a carcass dying
in days of heat…”
out of Context;
‘pluck the pollen from the implanted protean joy that mankind has not made with blood-soaked hands, there is more than one way to get high on fire without getting yourself burned, but no accepted process for this defamation in league with the legions of nightmare crawling up along the spine… fetching the mind’s moisture from out the cosmic well…’
out of Context;
‘we are the spectrum born into being, each a vital position in dire need of motion, but this dynamism changes as we live through the minutia of each self at once… though there are further subtle details behind the scenes we approach to then devour, something that fuels or deprives these elements that endeavor to create, but these foundations are not meant for the naked senses…’
out of Context;
‘so rosy on the other side to this madness… you could also lump the male characteristic in with those degrees by a hard sexuality at once aggressive and passive, and this is as most males are devotees to the proof of self, others devoted to the perfection of self no matter what direction that takes one… some pump for muscle, and a few get parts rearranged, the noxious presence of a pursuit for false perfection as skin gets stretched tight over bone… a mismanagement of funds as the old age sets in, handfuls of dirt later into the ground, and Here we are at the foundation to that step…’
out of Context;
‘the perceived “good” and “evil” are two evils, one is lesser though both are for the material manifestation, and the motion of memes constantly-reinforcing the skeletal structure of the deadly ideal matched by the “dark” extreme… the manifest lies because it houses itself inside of the safety of illusion, the emotional/ mental adaptation of the psyche specific in each one of us, and it is this cosmic womb from which we break through when we are ready to take the next step… the organic portal opens up, and leads us to a realization of the neutral, that the expansive void cradles the rest of potential energy beyond this world…’