out of Context;
‘the growth became a cancer of intelligence, the single-minded instead of the single-celled organism, and began a plague of toxic shedding of darker pieces of swirling shards of self.’
…the creature, at a thought’s notice, becomes clearly aware of the retarded common denominator inherent inside these dichotomous situations…
…1:09 am…getting drunk and high, but gear (bass-playing items) are ready to go…
watching revolutionary film, and waiting to switch over to recording…writing some shoddy lyrics presently, but might re-edit later when there is time to work…now is an anticipation for the playback…1:53 am…no sound except through recording…writing to musician friend online…short statements back and forth…explaining the the unplanned discombobulation right now. with the bass unheard, and that makes midnight session weird…2:20 am…nothing to speak of as progress, what a feeling of ironic joy, and for such a petty reason…3:00 am…gone…2:40 pm…the return…not going to let my simple song dwindle, that would just swindle my need, and ‘we’ can’t afford that…ideas for a bassline are flitting about my conscious mind…surface thoughts analyzing for the sake of nothing, the approach and the purpose…four/four time with slight change-ups at the two and …
my fate is locked in tightly with yours, but the avenues for release from the present state are terribly limited. the understanding defies the reason, and the reasons defy the proper logic out of the chaos. ordered thoughts might seem the perilous undertaking. ‘Nixon Void’ beckons from the dark dead subconscious of archetypes unborn. a string of letters and symbols that conceptualize into empty anti-growth. a nihilist is breathed into life, and yet, wants that breath taken back to wherever it came from. spite and despair bring this “thing” to us, and we all have to face our demons down the barrel of a gun, an image that denotes our futile narrowed vision. we are lead around by the bells, ringing to create unendurable confusion, and we meet the intense things that be. overtaken by the bullets of implied …
“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.
out of Context;
‘you flock of dirty souls, you.
can you not desire for more?’
“We are motion itself, we are eternal revolution. We shall never allow ourselves to be held down to one permanent condition.”
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.