Alas! The fleeting years glide on. Eheu fugaces labuntar anni
So it goes, an old poet rose, to tell the story of the beast and the decaying glass rose, petals falling softly cracking into broken glass.
When you look at someone through rose tinted glasses, all the the red flags just look like flags.
raise a generation on Eminem and Cobain then scratch your head wondering where all us grown boys went a little insane
from Timberlake to Bieber Brittany to Miley what's really changed? anything but our age?
a president named Bush went to war on terror in the the middle-east, ten years later his son does the same thing.
again I ask, what's even changed but our age?
The ****** scandals begun by our ******* president continue today under an eponymous tabloid cover called Kardashian. exploitation the name of the game, everything is done for us, especially our thinking. less scarily, our cooking.
there has never not been an "us vs. them" mentality in human history. we are cultured cannibals, tribesmen who have outgrown our britches. ****** and racial liberation continues against ****** and racial tension *** is cheap drugs are cheaper morals are depleted agnosticism the happy sedated norm nobody expects a revival but the saved themselves, the born again. well do I even wish to be born again into a life as this?
If I have learned anything thus far from life's teachings: One is nothing and everything Nowhere and everywhere spirits abound where you least expect them There is no zero and no infinity
Watch a fire burn and you will know this truth
Alas! The fleeting years glide on. *Eheu fugaces labuntar anni