Fiery this tempest.
out of Context;
‘…To define thought as just another room to enter…The space between shadows, and the space in between those, the particles that sing through the passageways and patterns of wherever we are…’
What the devil sees, the devil wants.
the beast is myriad forms taken shape…the mind that guides these words is feral…the primitive harshness of a concrete reality, but what is real?…god is everything, a sense of one with everything, and some would say a certain selflessness…selfish beasts that we live inside…what meanings are offered to appease the ever-questioning mass of cells?…why does rot taste like the sea?…are we all parts of an ever-rotting godform?…the flesh would suggest that in some sense…why does the beast rot away?…godness defers some sense of eternity, or is that the dichotomy that the spiritual prevokes?…
One and one and one. (makes millions)
out of Context;
‘…Maybe I will explode in shards of brilliance that few will be able to pick up, but those few pieces will become the next seeds for newer realities to be built upon…Who knows because I certainly don’t…’
Manifesto of Intent (in stream of consciouness)
The sounds of distress from a dying age…Here is where we begin our quest…Fuck buying tickets….you are already aboard the express train…
the Challenge explained.
I thought that I wasn’t going to make it, but Here I am nearing the end of my crusade, into a kind of mental and emotional haven…I set this challenge to myself to realize the capability that I could have if I just tried to make these blog entries happen every day for one month in a row, and have all the days filled…No doubt a challenge for a huge procrastinator like me…This month is also a birthday month for me….Twenty-seven, at first, seemed like one of the worst years to finish off with, but even with some pretty raw examples I have held my own so far…I mean all three of them, Jim and Janis and Jimi, were extinguished from this existence at the mere age of twenty-seven….so what chance did I have living the way I do?…I’d …
Birthday woes.
out of Context;
‘Sometimes distractions sap my ability to focus, but not when their distracting powers are dismissed powers wholeheartedly…Diverting energy away from the creative act is akin to blasphemy to me, but to get things done properly, it needs to be at those detrimental times when such necessity is a given…’
Living (between ghosts and demons)
out of Context;
‘Procreate out of a fear of death, and I will show you the animal inside playing human games… That demon that houses this ghost, allowing us access to the machinery Here, and it is our choice to monkey-wrench or support this structure…’
Submission of the monster.
out of Context;
‘We must embrace what inside gives us life, even that darkness, and we must do it before some other entity is there to assimilate these qualities into its own…Negative growth into mindsets of such a depraved and perverse abominated nature that the impact is felt before the ends are swiftly met…There is no together in a selfish mind state…Only the differences of self that do not stand for selflessness, or doing things beyond recognition for the ego…’
Salvation’s salivations.
out of Context;
‘The beasts flock to the shielding arms of the icon for guidance and shelter when all ideas seem fake and lacking fairness…Why give in to the jealousy staged by upending another’s belief system?…’
Understanding this dichotomy.
out of Context;
‘Heaven and hell are merely some of the more elemental concepts we have come to embrace over the centuries, but still a dichotomy of details drawn from the process of existing at all…Age does nothing for this confusion…’