...somebody..!

Having the thought of once being the misconceived degenerate, the good old times one might say.

A rebel to society in the visual & somewhat moral terms.


Upon further examination of the current situation, although seemingly more socially acceptable, the internal degenerate that is..oh the sins!

 
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...nothing contrasts.

What is going on?

To think one would be on the right track...that is not heaven. 

One sees no reason why it would be, either.

What went wrong? The turn.
What's going on? The clash.
How? The end.
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...Flutterby!

It has been so long...if it ever was once.

There is new hope, embrace this moment while it last to the merry song that is about to end.
Just so.

One am, one is, two are.

Hear one out..two listens!

Witness the pattern, up front..there it is!
Cannot see it?

It's irritating..because one can see it.
Two negates.

It was once.
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...a clue.

There is a verbal hypothesis of what a corporate idea might just be.

"The 'elegantly pleasant' human branding instrument, invented by the overfed to protect themselves against the starved kinsmen."

Ambitious?
Most certainly.



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...principles!

Tell a lie to your child; it might be forgiven as an instructional method of teaching.
One would not want their child to know something how it really is.
Dinner is served, honey.

Tell the same lie to someone else; the antichrist is among us!
For only the doers of evil could possibly carry on such an act!
Case is closed, your honour.

Tell the same lie long enough; you will hate yourself for it.
It can only be the truth if it is said so!
Good is the morning, dear World.



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...null.

The sickness; it is indeed everywhere.
Curing it is not a seemingly possible option.

Can't kill a brother...

Individually, own selves persist as the infection, the dirt, the excess...

A parasite, it is a shame man is apex.
Barely letting anything grow or develop.
Losing control is no longer possible, nor permissible.

Try it, lose each other..



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..twas' the night.

Some time ago, one is sure it was.
The details seem unnecessary.

An outlined blur intensified with the foggy mist of rain.
The peak had been reached, by the very same that set the limit.

Unwise it seemed to make it a memory..or so one assumed.
Now the question remains rhetorical; What happened?
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