Strike a match, wake the bats, shake the cave and laugh at complacency’s collapse, break the traps, lay the tracks, let the face replace the mask, bring a tear to the eye of the needle within a haystack. My all too unusual scrupulous views are beautiful when measured next to the doom of Rubix cubicle suitable. Here’s a funeral for the Jack that’s actually trapped in his box, obviously the last of his flock to master his thoughts. I scatter the rocks you call stepping stones and make a modern mosaic of a pattern that was once thought of as basic. The expression on the faceless shows shock of my intrusion, confusion to illusions i’m using to raise some eyebrows, like why plow the field if you’re not planting the seeds? I challenge a different breed to impede with their apple trees. Riddle me this: a tired man is sitting upon a rock resting his feet while under it a centipede enjoys his walk. Something is lost when the teacher becomes the student and the student misses the cue to improve and nothing is taught, the movement is stopped, like Captain Ahab lacking zephyr and choosing to curse the weather instead of just acting clever. That’s the measure of a go-getter who’s become a deer in the high-beams, vulnerable exposure like the eye of the storm with Visine. My dreams consist of the most incredible spectacles never to bless the devilish festivals in your widescreen. Picture that, freedom, presented without commercial interference, or the false appearance of a true experience. Humanity’s a consequence of our developed institutions and we’ve become the victims of our systematic disillusion. Who is here simply because they were being herded toward it? Who is bundled up in a metaphoric corset? Who’s the most unfortunate? Who’s absorbed in the corporate? And who painted a self-portrait but then felt less important for it? These are just the orders that we’re given, and too many people die without ever actually living. I want a palette to explode all over every single canvas that harbors nervous glances from those afraid of taking chances.

Abstrakt

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