“Only as a warrior can one withstand the path of knowledge. A warrior cannot complain or regret anything. His life is an endless challenge, and challenges cannot possibly be good or bad. Challenges are simply challenges.”
~Carlos Castenada; american author and philosopher.
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘just standing here in empty space
transcending beyond sex and race
stand in the light, fade into night
tripping through being a chemical machine…’
out of Context;
‘martyrs-in-waiting, their blank canvas faces awash in the oil thick dripping from the nose, as crucifixion blues affix their pose in such a way… as to fit the appeal of massive quadrants of people, the numbers lifting high slightly bent to catch the light of day, and the choice is always yours to whom will lead you away…’
out of Context;
‘i feel lost like this… saving up for an expulsion into the abyss… loveless, disgraced trip to falling… what can I give?… errant in divine, a fool’s proper wisdom of conceptual content, and nothing you would be interested in by the end…’
“New carriers and springboard publishers will emerge to herald and forge the zeitgeist paradigm pulse. That’s why the underground always regenerates itself like a groove compost heep.”
~Ray Castle; british techno shaman, trance theologian, existential electro alchemist, meta magician and DJ.
out of Context;
‘slide into September like a sloth, three toes that it lost a long time ago, a cost of fairly even weight the kind I cannot even Here demonstrate… what is another year anyway, which is to say this, but what has another man yet another year to live?… the solid concrete forms of His years, whoever this man may be in the future or past, a traveler nonetheless rehashed…’
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘…in a sea of lies
beneath a perpetuating deity
decried, deity disguised
false face reveal your demon eyes…’
“Without obsession, life is nothing.”
~John Waters; american movie director, bad taste aficionado and guru of trash.
out of Context;
‘obliteration would save us from our lost gyrations messing over the mediocre lines of disbelief, pulling the puppet strings to make those lines blur, and somewhere we separate from ourselves… that being said, the finished story has opened my mind palate, and it still wants a taste of the everything that a warped imagination can provide…’