out of Context;
‘Did it all just decide to up and run away from the raging tempest inside my brain?…With its flotsam and jetsam fully intact for the next go around in this lively thrill ride…You may wish to laugh at my words, but I know your secret envy, for which you must follow the footsteps into the fires…’
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; “…until the swollen egg begins to drown
in the bath of raw waste that will soon spill out
in that my child will sit as I suck every little bit…”
I have seen ruins tumble from above, darkening the sky as they fall, and America looks to be wracked by an ill-conceived pain of conscience…as the second Bush exits for the final time, I sit and wonder where the time will go, but only when I consider that, any way will be better than the rule of the mad retard tyrant that we had…Unless, of course, there happens to be another retarded tyrant in the White House…Ruins keep tumbling away toward the sea…
out of Context;
‘…The death industry relies on our wallets and our bodies to huddle under their deprecating care, and deny the redundant concepts of better health that they try to display, how do you think they can make so much money in light of various medical disasters?…’
out of Context;
‘My interest is divided between the relevant and the irrelevant, but not too often am I able to resolve the infrequency that the two cohere, that the two ideologies would collide into a single straight frame of mind…Getting tired of all the self-serving skulduggery that betrays this skin…I am selfish’
out of Context;
‘Where there is a glimmer of hope might be just enough noose to strangulate the good times out of you, but the negative sight is not all there is to see. Even manure grows crops of some worth, but sometimes I wish it wasn’t just this cesspool in view…’
out of Context;
‘…a chain of commands brought from distant lands to hide ourselves amongst the leaves, and fight the swill of yesterday with words that spill and spew…spoiling the outcry set by forgotten sails…’
Ominous, of course being within the bounds of a Friday the Thirteenth, but any day could be like this, how little we do know…
