…quotes of the month…
“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.
…inter-eruption of the #unRaptured…
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…’
…quotes of the month…
“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.
…clash-iconi-claust… -final submission
…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.’…
…quotes of the month…
…”we all become martyrs in a kill economy…”
~the Th1rt3enth Friday; 2nd person narrative device, shell persona and critical edge.
…succinct Nephilobotomy, leading days astray…
‘…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
…quotes of the month…
“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.
…effinGo off, through words, stray meanings…
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…’
…quotes of the month…
“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.
…swollen cope aesthetic, Pathologic regression…
‘…fleeting copacetic security are as staggering cops acetic with briny swagger not capable enough to serve or protect Here we play child and parent through states of bastard observance interpreting what masters seem provided for us to confuse as much relate our own pursuits to those who came before our current reality conflicted confrontational bias complicates forward progress seeking amicable resolution by any substantial means often seems to be the opposite of what is intended corroborating paradox whose presence eventually skews perspective murky collaboration with personal truth circulating between parties mired in distrustful pathetic posturing aesthetic regretted… hypothetical circumstances copping out to slacken as fortune dictates Here fear of betrayal from oneself and others blackout whiteout suffering distinction without understanding…’ – out ov Context