‘what can one measly point of view say about the world in flames with trumped up charges lethargically-blaming the people for their own hate when heat and fury of rasping coffin lids closing seem as infectious if not ask quiet the grooves of the ornate and gilded frames of the weightless grams in digitally-conveyed animated faces blinking prettily and seductively as if we were touching through as many screens with death grins smiling?… i face the same swarm of itchy unwashed wasting as a good variety of our populaced-and-interwoven as fear gets to be a panic-driven mind killer breathless yet screaming out for more distractions to ventilate that sickness inherent since earlier plagues became of us a parasite we have grown so used to being evacuated from house and home where the heart is hollow..’ – out of Context
“We have all known the long loneliness and we have learned that the only solution is love and that love comes with community.”
~ Dorothy Day; american journalist, social activist, anarchist and servant of god.
“Reality is only a term, based on values and well worn principles, whereas the dream goes on forever.”
~ Ian Curtis; british singer-songwriter and musician.
‘long before the extreme industrial pulse and push by any means necessary and even when that meant covering up the truth as it was eventually figured out to be when innocence was the target of the ignorant idealization and also its arch-enemy behind all those closed off doors of perception only later begun to be opened in the phase of counter-cultural gutter-punk death-hippy aesthetic as music fought harder than humanity to break on through to the other side though always to be a questioned commodity to the establishment as society’s surrounding tirade possessive shroud of blasphemies comes to fruition shortly after an age terror earmarked by the blade of bombs blows of the heads irradical radioactive pulsating glow-in-the-dark shade of scary shooting new definitions of atomic age threats then light up the nightmare…’ ~ out of Context
“The main thing in life is survival. And survival is not just staying alive. It is also a constant effort to grow and to learn and to work.”
~ Vincent Price; american actor.
‘…as not all daze can be woven the same, the only stipulation is the madness that holds us back while alternately launching “the joke” in shrapnel materialized over our heads, and sharply into the skins of those soldiers blindly thrown forward to foregone conclusions a sacrifice chosen as collateral by the situation in which the novel trivial absurdities seem closest in popping any balloons we determine and terminally set ourselves within, either as casualty to “the joke” or the caustic punchline now floating about unseen until ˜it strikes out loud and we all fall down into the ashen once again. Whether we are left hardened items of statuesque tragedy terrorized by the very real repercussions generally considered as death becomes us, unable to be truly in control of our own meaningless endings…’ ~Out of Context
“Courage is the most important of all the virtues because, without courage, you can’t practice any other virtue consistently.”
– Maya Angelou; american poet, singer, memoirist and civil rights activist.
CultraQuiot; after a loud quiet will dawn the ‘Renaissistance’… a noise of art insists revolution.
“I must learn to love the fool in me–the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of my human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my Fool.”
– Theodore Isaac Rubin; american psychiatrist and author.
are there thoroughfares where our pro-ducted trivial fashioning becomes its own a life and thus turns a concept into reality? a place lodged in imagination somewhere between the oh-so classically-defined shadow where the subconscious dark matter of all perception uses jagged little barbs as set of cilia particular peculiarity parallel to what may be a wise experiential decision that as humans digesting the real further can confine in our passions onto the “knowns-and-unknowns” found in playgrounds and battlefields that soon consist of those marked parameters which contain us within oblong finality that either burns or breaks down in this decidedly unappealing journey of once we get to a certain narrowed idea of a ‘what it is we think life is truly to us’ as then the individuals who perceive any duality at all, that as rite of productive constructive …