RHYMES. LEON RHYMES.
Singer, songwriter.
The Truth...
Time reflects our self-inflicted constraint of life, patterning ourselves into a robust tetrahedron of darkness, reflecting inwards at a rate of constant speed. Light, in the form of thoughts, colliding into our many sharpened edges, refracts and disperses into that place which, for the sake of simplicity, I shall call 'outside the box'. The box, is not actually a box, but a gauge- a gauge, that is, of commonly accepted understandings, outside of which, thoughts will reach their proverbial 'boiling point', and thus evaporate, only to settle on the opaque surfaces of those who oppose this artificial blockade surrounding our shallow existence. Despite several efforts by artists, writers, musicians, and origami experts alike, the box has a psychological edge over those wishing to dismantle it- Fear of change, reluctance, periodical acceptance, brain washing, propaganda writings of apocalypse, punishment, the creation of non-existent moral dilemmas in places which few of us shall ever visit to gauge reality, the existence of money and the greed & hunger that it creates, the deliberate alienation of each state from another, and the virtual expansion of the world that this creates. As a result of such evils, now deeply embedded into what we somehow still manage to name society- change is an affliction, that will only be eradicated through the complete dismantling of the unnatural existence of states. The world, therefore, in the opinion of myself and many other postmodernists, is one large warehouse full of boxes, and the necessity is for it to be emptied of its contents. THE END
By Matt Sarson aks Mr.Chipsickle wiccksickle bo
