Quote of the Month; March….2008
“We are dealing with the best-educated generation in history. But they’ve got a brain dressed up with nowhere to go.”
~ Timothy Leary; american scientist, philosopher and psychonaut.
for the unregistered masses…
out of Context;
‘you flock of dirty souls, you.
can you not desire for more?’
Quote of the Month; February…2008
“We are motion itself, we are eternal revolution. We shall never allow ourselves to be held down to one permanent condition.”
love (the many splendored thing)
the animated forms play upon the creative urge, the particle world grows larger, and though squeezed together, the resistance relies too much on the degree of the habitual.
objurgation 13.
this is the last time. i have fallen for a number of implausible schemes in my lifeline. the events of a future rooted in an adverse past beyond imagination’s caress. when sometimes all we have left is our imagination. integration into our new world to create a foundation for understanding ideas, and building satisfactory concepts all at once. a killer of a different grade and skill. we all resist the stasis that draws us inexorably toward the grave. to harshly rebuke the force of culture and generations of creative juices. we are doomed, but only insofar as to reject our time here. don’t reject the precious essence to control your own waves, and never underestimate your effect on this plane as well. this stellar tunnel, funnel if you will, but beyond this lies the zone of pure twilight. where …
branded dead.
out of Context;
‘My skills nurture a merry middle ground that takes miles to get to, if you walk there, but would be easily passed into through the soul. The pondering lust for answers floats to the surface where ideas manifest, and questions begin the spiralling perilous spin.’
mad infestation…
the breakdown was mutual… the manacles set upon the wrists… the diseased mind permeates the foul and sanctified heat of resistance… the stink of awareness from the outside world revealing the madness within this maelstrom… the dripping and gooey internal structure fairly teeters with the substance falling from the ceiling… you raise your eyes to notice that stalagmites extend downward toward you, and this pit seems far too small… to express your way out of a paper bag is nothing so intense as performing your way out of a jagged hole inside your heart… this is where things have been taking place of late… the mind becomes far too tight and constraining upon itself to be of any real use… the music is alive, though, and there are few who would wish to see it… this other necessary entity …
Quote of the Month; January…2008
“We are so much the victims of abstraction that with the Earth in flames we can barely rouse ourselves to wander across the room and look at the thermostat”
~Terence McKenna; american author, psychonaut and philosopher.
are we all completely useless?
out of Context;
‘We all have a part to play with a role to fill, but we do not need to be so reluctant with our senses. They always fill the spaces before and after us, and our awareness extends beyond anything referred to as time or space, drifting though stabilizing the greater whole of the essential universe. Screaming through the darkness of dust…’
‘Consumed’
the beginning in the words of the cannibal consumed by his own conflicting wishes and tastes only to become the greatest culinary wizard the world will never know. here is his introduction to us.