Biography
The void is the great eternal ever-always. The birth of the present moment and the death of every dream that ever floated through the minds of millions marching backwards towards the future. If you subtract everything from nothing, at the speed of light, the square roof of the world is exponentially proportional to the weight of your forgone conclusions. All days are equal and every night is an abyss of darkest intentions. murder your relatives and bond with the atoms on the evening all creation gathers together to hums lullabies in your inner ear. You may think you’ve thought of everything, but you haven’t even begun to clear the civilization from the perception of your childhood prescriptions. The devil is like time: is like evil: is like good: is like god. Useful up to the point of belief in ones-self, and useless forever after. No man is an island, but every man is stranded when his minds eye is blinded. The last light house keeper was eaten by his ancestors before dusk. It’s all a matter of relative perception when everyone you know has always been infected. There is no protection. Breathing underwater is the single escape hatch, but there’s a catch: you can only do that while you’re dreaming. It’s unavoidable. You will stumble upon your own dead body at least once. Twice if you’re lucky. And the second time you’ll look around to locate the source of the laughter. And the very moment you realize its coming from your own corpse on the ground, will be the same moment you realize its coming out of your own mouth.
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