out of Context;
‘thoughts and things are taking their excessive toll on me, and everyone else that seems to feel the paint peeling back to reveal a true reality, the next wave comes… ages have passed since we came to understand anything true that was not just some other regurgitation, a “new” tangent on which so much without necessity rests, and frail board breaks as there are more to walk the plank overboard and off the ship… the tripping off the short pier mode of awareness, i see…’
out of Context;
‘sometimes i wish the emotions didn’t ride so close to the surface, just layers of the holographic barriers we project from ourselves, the core being sheds to expire with the goals of experiencing like all the rest of humanity… what does the spirit crave?…’
out of Context;
‘that there is a different being than what appears at first through the skin, a crevice of complicated stubborn sense crying out that life isn’t fair, but fully aware that no one wants to listen to that droning on… there isn’t much that isn’t make your own luck…’
out of Context;
‘the resistance does seem futile, both to observe from this outside perspective, and to involve and cross that imaginary line drawn inside the mind… the choice to direct oneself through the din of narrow voices…’
out of Context;
‘we are a god of a sort that cannot know true power, which is to say that those dimensions already at conflict inside of our consciousness, all of those both collective and individual distances somewhere deep…’
~Aldous Huxley on the absolutes of real truth.
out of Context;
‘that icy glare that represents a dynamic constantly fluctuating by time’s incredulous disguised laughter, a slaughtering of the average castrations constraining of that rusted reliance on that menacing industrial waste, but is that really surprising with a taste as culturally empty as ours?… sometimes i cannot disagree…’
out of Context;
‘some casual menacing man that describes himself with such a candid valor, but mysteriously attempts to hide his brain from the depraved, with their lunatic swastika fringe embedded to spin… to declare the conservative win…’
out of Context;
‘the rape, the rape of ourselves and the land, and this misery translates again and again… tearing the tainted thrust apocalypse into the wind, and savoring that drastic sigh, as all hell broke loose in fits at night… the mind an unsavory stew…’
out of Context;
‘to grow from pets into people as we take turns soaking our bones, washing the conformity into our minds, but without the discretion that ages left… some people see the patterns inside the ones we are all given, the symbols that trigger the fireworks rise, like acting the phoenix willing to able…’