the morning to come is much sweeter than the night at hand. to fall and to get back up again; no mystery is more lush than that of perseverence. retribution takes it's toll once existence pays one back. one, a number within a million.
Absolutely Fabulous - 102 - Fat
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the sounds of screaming rain and sobbing sun... the dew wet, front to back, chains us to the ground. as the earth bleeds, the sound of pen to paper violently scratching angry letters to angry fields of white. i'm losing my sight and mind. it's a lonely existence, obscurity, but as it's been said, alienations produce eccentrics or revolutionaries. and what a revolution it would be, electrically vacant, como dios manda.
freeze the image and "fin," time and time again. with irreverence and movements, with tradition and progression. i feel it coming, outside praise, but i don't see it in the eyes of the sweatshirt wearers, or the coach bag carriers.
television is the opiat of the masses, a higher religion whose place of worship is the internet. tiny little people, running around inside a box, radio waves fill your immediate space. and for half an hour, you're not where you are.
in the sequined minds of a thousand pages amidst a thousand coats of gloss, lies the archive of magazines brought back from the turn of the century. and the passion that became of every post-9/11 runway show, shone forth by the excess of ladylike details and eccentric, exquisite lace cutlets and hemlines that acted with a schizophrenia only exacted by that of american foreign policy. the air becomes windy, at least in this midwestern gem. this cultural mecca of all things in between, ignites a fire in people walking down the streets, clad in tartan, spandex and metallic. so far away from this oasis in the corn, lies the america of forever, before and after. it’s been six years of torturing adolescence. six years of body modification, identity manipulation, social regret.
we don't need another hero -barbara kruger