Consider that we are finite beings in an infinite universe. Now consider the inverse.
I am a sentiant being that enjoys a static lifestyle. I am the informality on formal occasion.
I am the repetition of unpredictablity. I lend logic to the unexplainable, for a resonable price of 4.55. It isnt going to get any cheaper than that.
I am the exploitation of imagination, the eternally impalpable line that divides fact from fiction.
If i had more time to invest into this particular piece, then i would be wasting it. someone once said, 'All I can do is be myself, whoever that is!', don't know who, but all i know is, I am Tom.
Someone elses ideology applies to whoever conceived it, not myself.
Give me momentary eternity.
expressing life and love in mathmatical equation, relinquish all traditions.
We are the artificial generation, a manifestation of a decadent society. Created from the many electronic innovations and the wasting eyes of days gone by. From the death of principles and traditions we are born and we will multiply. Prepare us for a future that does not exist. Strap us into rockets and launch us into space, free us from our worldly servitude. Fuelled by diesel and inconceivable affliction. The booze, the drugs. Contented with mediocre, always unsatisfied. Feed a yearning that spans thousands of generations. Show us something new and we shall recreate it. Tell us we are special and we shall deny it. Reinventing the world, in some god forsaken image of our own.We are an embodiment of everything that you have done wrong. The remainder, anomaly, of a never ending equation. Instinctively destructive, helpless, and destined for disaster. God can’t save us now, for we elect ourselves in his absence. And look what we have done. Alleviate our guilt, by concocting some new method to escape. Send us off to fight the many wars without meaning, without moral fabric to support the final curtain, that is falling. Falling on a history that is forever unwritten.
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