Something
Always are we approaching the end. The end and the beginning. That familiar beginning which is known to be a no man's land to comprehension. In this period of time, we exist without limits. We become psychotic. Great things can be produced.
People call us psycho. Josh, you are so psycho.
Being human is realizing that you have blood running through your veins. To be human is to realize you are insignificant. To be human, you know what you need to know.
We have no choice. Satisfaction is our life.
Believe that without you, the great city of New York will never be the same. And with the same effect, the United States of America will be at loss without its greatest city.
Without you, you will be dissatisfied simply because you don't exist.
Without you, there would be one less person for all the intentions, convictions, and roles that exist.
Slowly we are losing our natural sensibility. And of course, it is no longer the physically superior who flourish, but the thoughtful. Blame evolution, and the vanity of a man who thought outside the box. Most of us who are able to think, are able only because of this evolution; which slowly makes us more unnatural.
The uncharted map of dotted lines going in circles.
If we live and lay in fear, we are righteous for our actions. There is no room for united peace and fearless living. Too few of the conscious population have ever lived. Are we supposed to move forward? To satisfy everyone in their own way. Is that moving forward? Or is what we're doing on this earth to ultimately remain stagnant. To just exist and be satisfied. Maybe after all the ceaseless attempts, our earths plates will shift to create a happy face.
If we arrive where we once started as a civilization, everything we sense will feel more right than ever before.
We need chaos. No longer will human morality be twisted by the products of loneliness and boredom. There will be no time to graduate to a level of modern corruption to entertain ourselves. Our only conscious desires will remain in a realm of purity.
People call us psycho. Josh, you are so psycho.
Being human is realizing that you have blood running through your veins. To be human is to realize you are insignificant. To be human, you know what you need to know.
We have no choice. Satisfaction is our life.
Believe that without you, the great city of New York will never be the same. And with the same effect, the United States of America will be at loss without its greatest city.
Without you, you will be dissatisfied simply because you don't exist.
Without you, there would be one less person for all the intentions, convictions, and roles that exist.
Slowly we are losing our natural sensibility. And of course, it is no longer the physically superior who flourish, but the thoughtful. Blame evolution, and the vanity of a man who thought outside the box. Most of us who are able to think, are able only because of this evolution; which slowly makes us more unnatural.
The uncharted map of dotted lines going in circles.
If we live and lay in fear, we are righteous for our actions. There is no room for united peace and fearless living. Too few of the conscious population have ever lived. Are we supposed to move forward? To satisfy everyone in their own way. Is that moving forward? Or is what we're doing on this earth to ultimately remain stagnant. To just exist and be satisfied. Maybe after all the ceaseless attempts, our earths plates will shift to create a happy face.
If we arrive where we once started as a civilization, everything we sense will feel more right than ever before.
We need chaos. No longer will human morality be twisted by the products of loneliness and boredom. There will be no time to graduate to a level of modern corruption to entertain ourselves. Our only conscious desires will remain in a realm of purity.
posted by Anonymous | 12:45 PM
2 Comments:
yeah pretty much
meu amorzao! :)
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