out of Context;
‘the thunder beneath the feet of titans, but suppose there is a fatal flaw in this wider view, this overwhelming noise and titanic vision becomes a veil enveloping our senses to distract away from the nearing end of a particular phase to life as we know it… some, and they are too few, see it for what it is and cannot stop repeating the message…’
out of Context;
‘goddamn, first surgery ever, maybe i am afraid of getting used to it… then going out and getting that tattoo i meant to get to signify the commemoration of my first live gig with Livid Archaic like i always said i would… had i gotten the tattoo back then perhaps surgery wouldn’t seem that big a deal even if does involve the region of my nethers…’
out of Context;
‘the doldrums of waiting for something to happen with nervous energy, and an ear for the next ordered move to come, wondering in silence over the state of things as they are… feeling anxiety prickling the back of my neck as my curiosity wanders the emotions and thoughts inseparable in my mind’s eye somewhere…’
out of Context;
‘there are dark times ahead of us just as there are dark times behind the mask of progress, we have had to deal with it always fluctuating between the black/ white world we were raised with, but was there ever any mention of the grey area from authority on any levels?… no… because that would stem the flow of the raping machine…’
out of Context;
‘or does that just never matter in the grand scheme of cosmic madness prevailing?… the raw and unyielding words sting and scar as they fly out and away, trying to pressure cook the whole lot of us in an infernal stew, and making the melting pot boiling hot to scald the unfortunate ones…’
out of Context;
‘chocolate and flowers to offer a sign of life that simply hides the truth….that no one knows anyone with total surety, but maybe i am wrong, it isn’t as though it hasn’t happened like that before…’
out of Context;
‘middle age equals the plateau for most of us perhaps, but i wonder just what fiction we are imbibing from that glues us to these unimportant displays of dominance, waging battles for nothing over nothing with everything at the stake burning… the masculine distance matched by the feminine reach for contact…’
out of Context;
‘you care not if the cut bleeds, and the soul that is mine stains the ground, as these thoughts are so foreign to your own i see… there are times when dark things overtake a person’s senses, and that depends very much upon the donor of brain matter, as the ticks and leeches try to drink it in deeply…’
out of Context;
‘spinning words and emotions on a strand, that single thread as a thought or loop to send one back again, but certainly not to entrap the thinker… the construction of words as the literal structure takes more than will or power, but patience and imagination are keys to the king-dumb…’
out of Context;
‘the attractive urge to spend the wishes i do have at my disposal, managing their moderation one has to step into the fear minus any guilt that might betray the real focus, and sometimes the goals may seem too far stretched by this suspension of disbelief….burning the bridge dogmatique…’