Monday, June 16, 2008
contageous
I am a whore, a prospector of ideals beyond what people are capable of. The scope is too limited and the timing is all wrong. There needs to be action taken, but the rush and circumstance in everyday life disallows the flow and passion we seek. We need to abandon the old and take on the new. We need to serve shellfish at breakfast and bacon at night. If we do not challenge the old ways, then we cannot create new foundations for future spectacles. Anything beyond the transition resembling the old, is but a movement in cyclical fashion bound by natural law to germinate the old flowers wilted. 98.2
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