out of Context;
‘to call this place a hellbox where all the wasted pieces fall, and then taken to be melted together to fill the machine again, to make more phrases with which we speak and chatter together… we still utilize this grotesque adaptation of a system to further plunder and suck from a cruel world…’
out of Context;
‘was there ever really anything left?… or was it all just a series of facts?… the poetry translated through a tormented scripture… no, just the repressed buttons and switches and levers that resist the finger, we down play the mutant suffering motherfucker unaware…’
out of Context;
‘there is no way to pass through this particular chapter of the devil’s gauntlet unharmed in some way, but the idea is not to let the fear be the only trigger, thinking decisively needs to be a priority when least expected… in the tumult of daily experiences…’
out of Context;
‘why repress the expression through this avatar we have become, each trying to lure and affix the other to some bound ritual obsessively, and trying to steal a little more time from the greater sum of the parts when we each want something a little better than this….what we are left with from the ancestral cesspool…’
out of Context;
‘the sanctity of home becomes a lost cause when the monotonous thrill ride comes close to watering the flowers on your grave, watching your futile family and friends wander outside long enough to introduce themselves, and then the roaring hollow winds coming to fetch your soul…’
out of Context;
‘to play my songs somewhere Here close by, busking on the street corner or open-mic night for small amounts of plundered coin, and is this the part-time scale that will please?….is this my missing need that i crave and ache to please?… we shall see, we shall see…’
out of Context;
‘from mathematics and the divination to perceive the variations as they wash over the milky opaque film as it is played by the players like a game, and no gestures alone seem to fulfill the semantics either… we are obviously more than mere puppetry…’
out of Context;
‘we see it everyday, pistol-whipped and nipple-fed, the everyday sheltered populace in their witty fashion apparel… if the groundhogs eat our flesh, sew the better seeds i say, and forget about the past with all its myriad functioning things… the better to make us all martyrs someday…’
out of Context;
‘we are never wholly bound by this crazed contrast of ideas made manifest, we are simply conjunctions responding to the tug and ebb of dirty words and dark thoughts, and sacrificing too much to the wasted and vapid years as men that we might try to boldly ‘cowboy-up’ as the retarded emulsifiers the male of the species ill-bent…’