I simply tumble straight down the sloped road. If even that is “living”, then it has a meaning, in a vision error that sneaked in, the entire world is brimming with darkness. A “delusion” that reflects a tomorrow filled with rubble. The thing that seems to grasp the birthed meaning in its hand is negated by the black and white… So sorrow is a disordered biography that doesn’t know that the warping sky-blue and the stirring of earth have come to a halt, because we’ll reject the ornate dictation and poster scenery. We won’t be lost anymore in the superiority of lies turning into chaos, what’s the meaning of light? Filthy Defiler Disgrace, even so, I’m fine, just that gaze is what’s killing life. If the “levels” of dimensions are constructed in the access of depth psychology, the resonance toward invisible despair, that I can’t even reach on my own is a “catharsis”. In the pain that feels like superiority, the sheep become a flock, and their fate preface is drawn. So sorrow is the madness of even looking down and searching for the place called ‘the sky’. Where a voice seeming to scream turns into numbness, the prophet’s aphrodisiac resembles a cheat code, and it stimulates us, but we already know it, It’s not an illusion turning into chaos, what’s the meaning of life? Filthy Defiler Disgrace, even so, I’m fine. So sorrow is a disordered biography that doesn’t know that the warping sky-blue and the stirring of earth have come to a halt, because we’ll reject the ornate dictation and poster scenery. We won’t be lost anymore in the superiority of lies turning into chaos, what’s the meaning of light? Filthy Defiler Disgrace, even so, I’m fine.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 05:19:14 +0000