Quote of the Month
“We don’t raise boys to be men, we raise them not to be women.”
~Donald McPherson; american academic speaker and former sports player.
tricks of the Trade-in
boredom yet the kingdom tread by human paths conceptualized in minds open to terror trying to terraform a structured core where the one i am is a being just as boring as that of aching dominion craving a carved sort of curve out of learning, while caught in the excess of queues each formatted by the individual held captive by those options allowed to one of the many as only money can afford to excise the thoughts by universal whim retarded whose give-and-take tantrums yield not one solid step forward but wholly to be forewarned by others who in travel become worldly beasts but retain the state of the artistic animal nonetheless as a child of the mind lost in illusions found prior to this cranky conformity so profound to any who might utilize the gift of words revealing …
Quote of the Month
“…no perfection, it’s either good enough or not enough…”
~$; cursed remains of an offal humanity…
the Monsters are bold and mindless…
taking a look at myself and others in ways that proceed to canceling each force unfathomed separate from a looking glass that resembles more a needle’s eyes threading through narratives compiled and catalogued by the faces then to be housed behind the masks of skin held tight and high in places we would rather wreck loose festering hidden away as tribulated why it works this way and how as systematic anthems grind and corrode against the splendid veneer chromed to the touch in the worldly political politeness that eats our souls while leaving burning reminders haunting the hollow hell sights set aside for the punishable numbers remaining through tragic collapse these times into strange situations contradicted by martyrs and tyrants tirades cutting and rutting deeply psychic wounds by taking lives in modern fashion fucking up these whys with the …
name us They
the insulted extinguish anguish exsanguinating of simplest harmonies quite differently it would seem to lead to friction subtle motions replace us by impeding and to some extent impressing we who move without a thought to whom gets a bit more damaged than the rest of us, trails of icy ghosts who inhabit the lives of mere children with eyes of an experienced adult raging against the cold change that occurs when all is feeling lost and vague an attack on the human condition as we all do it to each other in this odd course of give and the takes we return to keep others in subjecting people under a control as much as the bloodless mob mentality can without some form of product that creates repercussions of reflected behavior in the mirrors our faces represent to be sure that some …
Quote of the Month…July 2018
“The cause of freedom is not the cause of a race or a sect, a party or a class, it is the cause of humankind, the very birthright of humanity.”
~ Anna Julia Cooper; american author, educator, black rights activist and scholar.
The grime noire…
out of Context;
‘harsh consequences bringing about cause and effect as established fact to be learned or earned by made mistake assessed as lesson, and not the dead end of failure used to blockade people from their destinies deemed worthy by forces allowing us to be where we are so that we utilize our freedom of choice for more than merely selfish tricks pulled out of the hat shooting from the hip to fake it until a successfully remaking of ourselves into who we were envisioning as who we would be by Now through whims wonder and fantasy that affect the presence as the aura or think of it as the palpable emotional self as stays a frame or two out of sync with our version in the present of Now the only thing that is real…’
Quote of the Month…September -2017
“The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.”
~ Charles Dickens; british author and social critic.
likeNess monster…
out of Context;
‘these societal jolts that surge and quake through the conceptual concrete of this civilization creeping crawling in a maze of its own demi-urgent technology eulogizing the human trevails made exploits by the savage cunning stunts of the barbarism to defile things before an us as we know it now was set in place by a fascist yearning for stable almost predictable patterns to cut monotone of complexity into bits and bytes data to be easily absorbed by the system simply made up of us, ouroboring into humanity through the culture created introducing barriers of classification into a dialogue about the core corpse forcing all of us to control as universal body politicks and leeches ingrained into the bedazzle of this systemic infection using havoc and mayhem to redefine a century for its own ideas of interpretation…’
sham Bro lifics…
out of Context;
‘spaced out and prolific somewhere on the faces is written an awareness of what is already there transferred from place to place by a vagrant consciousness roaming the features through figures as they are shaped and themselves shape the destinies of lifelike likenesses to coming to try trading us spirits for efficiency as a snake oil salesmen before them caught up in the flimflam that asserts a final epic swing loosed under conventional acts undertaking the unconventional ventilating extremes exorcised by demonic coercions that cohere to this bionic culture hybrid and horrid on unique points on their way to becoming managed by aspects of competition squeezing the denatured juices as dementia quantified, but tainted loves aside we stride casual on into the causal plane of our birthing songs that dance in our eyes and dreams…’