Quote o’ the Month; October 2023
“It’s better to be good than evil, but one achieves goodness at a terrific cost.”
~Stephen ‘Edwin’ King; american author and producer.
…peaches and the breaches of jesus…
‘…ever so slowly we get drawn away by differing interpretations promulgated causing confusion where those lines have finally crossed over with one another in constellations weaving a tapestry against a map of vast distance and stars shining bright levels of radioactive evolution as particle collides with particle sometimes so explosive that it sends ripples through the continuum demonstrated without sound in sudden context as relates to us all the way back Here attempting to understand the inexplicable that drives our deeper curiosity to the point of larger conflict it would appear to remain a consistent truth…’ – out of Context
…within the Atropofictional…
out of Context – ‘…the barrel loaded with fresh violence for squealing pigs relentlessly enveloped in a filth used to keep interlopers at arms length away while the dirt and mud and feces become caked on the faces to the point of being unrecognizable to the others, the campfires with baleful glamors clamoring to send another ghost into the flames as sacrificed shard of our own beliefs in what lies beyond all this mingling flesh an exposed writhing code set blindly within our species by an elder god without sentience perhaps formed as a wyrm or demiurge to proliferate in darkest parts of the human heart as offal left on the slab to be examined then eaten as is the way through various accents of civilization…’
…flustercucked crud-i-Tah…
out of Context – ‘…while Here, triggered dread of desperation making animals of us all whether indulged by some edifices of power or expressly forbidden from seeking those lessons that are reinforced by others as they must suck so that the seed may pass onto the next testing ground used to indenture servants thus harvested like crops toiling their own soil into growing ideal beings from the ground up perhaps in a vision as compared to insects we fear as we truly know not to what intents this human collective consciousness extends surmising if a hive mind is appropriate as a model of reference, deeds within a haunted crude oil extruded from these beasts that walk the earth without words or worry to contain in amber or some other form of petrified crusty prehistory…’
…the Incontinental…
‘…playing in the mud and rain with pure joy and innocence when otherwise around the world it is a vicious battleground where states the direct line drawn in the sand so not one person passes beyond the ward, once the threshold is crossed then the childhood has been lost to wages of time and space phases discarded or integrated when we personally localize change within ourselves counting down those stray moments of mortality one at a time it appears to shadow us in a culture that allows for such surveillance to infest and excused away as protection more universal than ever before endowing commonly held beliefs about mental disorder while closing us into see-through cages of our own creations…’ – out of Context
…a Wealf of troof…
out of Context – ‘…followers influenced by something that isn’t yet able to be considered a social glue because it is led by the neck on the chain effects of capitalist consumerism attempting to objectify all in the perceptible path of this sinister vision enacting a projection of humanity toward the prized values in dominance and power we can retain stories and myths upheld since more ancient times from which we derive some principles that allow us to adapt to change, speaking as authority with rotted tongues and teeth chattering on as though this gets things done when really it is just grift…’
…the greasy Ear…
‘…something culminating from all of these actions in motion to maintain stability and bellwether the storms yet to be Here, and awestruck by the infecting septic shock deeper on a damaged system used for healing oneself though not an easy coping mechanism to achieve especially with all of the interference causing the noises to get louder as they become harsher to demand attention from the distracted bodies that remain even after the initial squeals of distemper when a mob mentality is finally able to run amok like the holiest furies summoned from the depths out of a purgatory so abstracted from whatever we think we know as the caustic continuum…’ – out of Context
…uncomfortably dumb…
out of Context – ‘…a spiritual trap engineered by fiends from the end of the story thinking through the void that they can manipulate this reality by tapping into ego weakness to strengthen their forces behind us while attaching with the persuading threats cannon fodder martyrdom to all creatures as we act out these predetermined roles that sacrifice is noble in bleak melodramatic dioramas of trauma lessons that never seem to lessen the damage done even once the dark catalyst is gone transmogrified into a different form that can easily be surmised to leave a shadow or stain on one’s soul inspiring the worst echoes from any psychic wound that refuses to heal…’
…sine Qua non…
‘…such gone government and connected ruling classes as all-encompassing state of entrapment, trying to find some ships the shape of which ruler needs to measure our stability against upheaval carried over from periods medieval to our more modern aspects of evil that continue for such actions Here to set our paths against each other without questioning the motives accentuating a negative tendency commanding the chance to release into the world with dead set savage certainty on real mayhem to bend the curve to fit any agenda as agreed upon by calculated statements…’ – out of Context
eye always $cratch itches with a dollar sign…
Hello… what easier frame or phrase than thank you which requires two syllables instead of one, of course having a transitional punch that distinct that quick does shake up some idling ideas apart from whose passive potential energies acts like glue upon the cosmos left behind you sealing it in a caption called ‘past’ as referenced anchor point met by the individual you as waiting to collect up that box with an uncanny seeming of random things to a naked selfless soul whose “i” wanders about with no absolute definition of structure or home without building upon personal concepts of its Here and Now as presence has dictated, but don’t go so hastily before eye pronounce these symbols as words in motion to access a non-exclusive state as stellar freedom the illusion makes us out not to be because …