Saturday, July 24, 2010

Ninth

The catalyst of our dispassioned youth. The first domino to fall toward our complete disillusion.. The shell torn open, our lives exposed for the meaningless random walks they were. Everything since a Brownian soup of reaction and reflection, ascendent levels of hyperbole become a grotesque purity of awareness, a detached vision of the entirely vapid struggle of daily life, the conflation of beauty and truth, joy and greed, happiness, naivete and ignorance.
As we further heed the churnings of our inner self the world is doomed to steep in blood and shit. Dissolve the self lest we look back again on what we childishly destroyed.

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