Churning Eternal Chaos

The Churning Guts
by Scott Thomas Outlar

We feast,
we shit,
we fuck,
we rut,
we live a little while
and then we die.
It’s all the same actions,
the same emotions,
the same experiences.
It’s the same sperm,
the same egg,
the same womb
when we are born.
It’s the same worms,
the same casket,
the same grave
when we perish.
It’s all very ugly
and brutal,
but we try and tease it,
to play with it,
to smooth it out
so that it takes on
the illusion of being beautiful.
We create words
and signs
and symbols
to try and frame the eternal chaos
into some sort of fake order
that is easier to digest
for those with
squeamish stomachs.


Scott Thomas Outlar burst forth from the womb with thoughts of Renaissance, Revolution and Revelation dancing around the newly enlivened neuron synapses of his consciousness. Wasting no time, he huffed some oxygen, then got down to the business at hand by hammering out poetry, essays, rants, manifestos, and experimental, existential, prose-fusion screeds dedicated to the Phoenix Generation. His work has appeared in venues such as Dissident Voice, Loose Change Magazine, Record, Leaves of Ink, Jellyfish Whispers, Aphelion, and The Fanzine. Scott can be contacted at


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I am a dreamer, as well as a doer, who lives in the North Georgia mountains. I started my publishing journey August of 2013, have had moderate success, but my utmost passion is my "daytime" job, which is working with adults who are constantly striving to better their lives as they obtain the GED credential.

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