‘…nothing left Here to demolish some conscript fathers feeling afraid as having either too much or too little control over compromising situations that arise among their conflicted constituents individuals whom witness specific unexpected corruptions as they occur giving acquiescence to authoritarian processes, residual jigsaw pieces of purpose frustrating what forward progress we are capable of Here getting lost in the network of meanings residing in place before we ever arrived waiting for alien remedies to tear apart from the inside conflicting viewpoints at first evolving to accepted devotion one way or another presents sequences that castigate pursuit of convenience to our detriment as detritus divides us from the ground up layers reacting to each other in this balance ill-defined with so many differing vibrations triggering affected people…’ – out ov Context
“Some people possess talent, others are possessed by it.
When that happens, a talent becomes a curse.”
~’Rodman Edward’ “Rod” Serling; american screenwriter and television producer.
out ov Context – ‘…systems that interplay energies amongst destructive and generative cycles of fate repeatedly thrusting bodies into the cosmic fray to journey for ourselves in searches for applicable universal routes… compromised integrity forcing us to re-calibrate what terms of service actually apply lost in our own potential versions of digital manifest destiny as sanctified vulgarity for us cretinous mongrels mixed and fixed feral lineages benefit abstraction for the least amount of resistance even though actions themselves create the conditions of friction interrupting conveyance of information while circuits reasserting circuitry manifesting and circulating rapidly harbingers of loosed change upon the world lacing it down to stand still before fragments begin being troublesome colluding with gruesome as grotesque batteries inside menageries of violence…’
“Those who are unhappy have no need for anything in this world
but people capable of giving them their attention.”
~Simone ‘Adolphine’ Weil; french philosopher, mystic and political activist.
…MidnightNYC writing judge – “a unique piece of writing that reads like a stream of consciousness or a song playing over a string of historical moments.’…
…”we all become martyrs in a kill economy…”
~the Th1rt3enth Friday; 2nd person narrative device, shell persona and critical edge.
‘…situations kicking against the pricks consisting of silence in the cubicle until that striking dissonance occurs no think just dream collective distraction subverted by relentless fears everlasting progression of civilization that means pain as culpable accomplices of unseen sources directing our behaviors beyond us barren from material substance finding ways through the sediments of sentiment which has accumulated, humanity adapting and circumventing over aeons Here thanks in part to our dreams and nightmares mysterious beings abusing words conjoined between ranges of human thought and application creating whirlpools of distracted essence manifesting as something strange other than what might have been expected by the lasting caress of imagination no matter how biased in the wrong direction forced extremes of practiced breeding makes us incoherent…’ – out ov Context
“Nothing is intrinsically valuable;
the value of everything is attributed to it,
assigned to it from outside the thing itself, by people.”
~John “Jack” ‘Simmons’ Barth; american writer.
out ov Context – ‘…overcome and overwhelm those sensitive to such disrespect laid as cobblestone to lead the path forward toward utter corruption scathing against decency in all its myriad exaggerates flexing tendrils attempting to put everything into stranglehold waiting for the sun not to touch the earth amidst modern ancients Here captivity oftentimes by choice lately crazy obsolete literation rears its ugly head back into the vernacular angling for new meanings to layer over upon old creating strange sediment of language reinforcing boundaries of fetishized xenophobia built up throughout these many generations feelings of absurdity for eternity in perfection of concept, instead of mutating backwards into dark matter returning Here in casual cosmic cycles natural nonsense listening to all varieties trying to decipher and interpret from that which remains proven…’
“Death is a black camel that kneels down so we can ride.
When the dyings finally done and the suffering subsides,
all the suffering gets done by the ones we leave behind.”
~David ‘Craig’ “Cloud” Berman; american musician, singer-songwriter and poet.