Tornado of whores.

out of Context;
‘pulled around by the strings connecting us to our respective anchors Here, the respected ancestors that won’t let go of the potential energy that allows us movement in this fiercely contested field of visions… we might know not what we do sometimes…’




The more fucked-up you are…

out of Context;
‘lacking any real thing to subdue the pain other than an advancement beyond this murky assemblage of parts we find ourselves within, an acceptance of our basest desires through acceptance of ourselves as we are is needed, and the way to utilize a dark frame of perspective for some good use as well…’




Twisted wicked world.

out of Context;
‘profiting from the backwater crowd that makes their living toiling under the thumbs of a joyless future altogether wrong, working the machines that the commercial interest feels is necessary to make the masses furiously move into place, and to checkmate the opponents out of the game completely…’




Quote of the Month; February….2011

“An artist is somebody who produces things that people don’t need to have.”
~Andy Warhol; american artist.




The soul’s alchemy.

out of Context;
‘whether that leads to a being bondaged by belief, or guided through wisdom is only apparent after years of time and movement has exhausted all probability, squeezing all the toothpaste out of the tube as it were…’




Impulse control.

out of Context;
‘even as these words drop out, there are so many areas behind the vision our eyes see, and we become distracted by these details unless we stay focused and forth-right in our own questing struggle…’




Fuck the bourgeois.

out of Context;
‘a strong difference between what we know and what we think we know, between what is obvious and what is hidden from immediate view, and what we allow ourselves to understand as opposed to what others never tell us at all… the morgues and asylums are filled with those who can ‘see’…’




Real horror show.

out of Context;
‘the subconscious horizon line fades as the setting becomes grey with the chill night air, and the bright dreams explode and display such unbridled hate towards your loved ones, there is only regret at being the bastard… without all the expletives deleted are we left insane?…’




Machine that kills our dreams.

out of Context;
‘the only thing that can be felt without the taint of the corporate terror-stocracy is the person’s own thoughts, which even the manipulators can figure a way around by subtly supplanting the things we see around us into a surreal sense of hopelessness…’




The vibration of color.

out of Context;
‘we grow and die, we capture the various pieces of information that our own unique filtration systems are able to perceive through the murky cluttered view of reality, and these bits and bytes are data that our random access memory can incorporate into the living understanding that we each are capable of becoming…’