out of Context;
‘the energy to restore my mode of thought has been misspent in awkward situations for long enough, but power is back in my fingertips today… time to throttle the words out of my head, and give my catharsis what it needs…’
I know not what is left of me, but obviously there is a pillaging going on somewhere that I am not involved in, where pride for oneself means nothing to the mediocre mob mentality of macabre and obscene dreams… where is this noise coming from that emits a small buzzing from the skull and forehead, this thing that traipses around my mind like a voice from some far-off place where no sway is held by a ruler or guiding system of measurement at all…
there are few things that this world fuses quite so jaggedly as the appearance of human beings in all their splendor. sorry for the strong heaps of sarcasm, but it is a sin not to affect the real irony of the situation. when we are born, we are summoned up from a nether realm of purity splicing through the marrow and meat of this existence, and bathed in the light of the real and solid. that only seems apparent once we are here, though, and we quickly fall in with others ideas of what being here means to them which were influenced by other forces as well and so on from the beginning. there are some who think that to push their will upon other beings is the way to go, but there are no such certainties in a …
out of Context;
‘the electric impulse is always there, and always has been, even as we would try our best to forget it or make believe that we can control or manipulate its validity… there is no ending if there is no stopping, and Here is where we go when it is time for the next steps to infinity, this is where we all meet the same walls and learn to dismantle them in order to renew… the forces that we have become are inescapable, but not without relent’
out of Context;
‘the whirling void accepts us like cheap used goods, all at once or one at a time, we are made to feel as though there are no options left until we are far past the door of opportunity. where can we find ourselves once we get to that stopping point? is there a point there?’
The parallels are everywhere Here… Sleep equals death equals ether equals time/space equals birth?
What exists after we awake?… Birth into sleep and back around again.
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘…break the cycle
life seems unfettered now
sane to hurt and fear
take from me what’s hidden
break it all down…’
out of Context;
‘not a necessary force or implication of doomed appeal, we are merely Here for the interests that we may choose to take upon ourselves, and few will ever choose to see past the brick wall of their own emotional development. myself included at the most detrimental times of season it seems…’
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘this blue ex-cremate
the burning of the burnt-out
depressed to the point of this
single-minded, detail-less bullshit
into flux of sadistic, sedated incidents…’
out of Context;
‘…the adult of the species grows weaker in their narrowed mind… there is no gap Here, in the psychosis of reality, but the grown-ups say it is so by way of concrete reason… scandalous, I describe the diatribe that we all scare ourselves with, the grown and less-than-grown… I fear that those I intend to read such piddle never will…’