I am issuing a postmodern offensive on the retrocultural routine

an exhalation of postindustrial and reinstallation of irreproachable

Intertextual, multivocalities of the avant-garde and postcolonial others

dealing a degendered-(King)sian discourse on equality


This is an attack on normal

a breath of fresh air

A war cry of weirdos

a dagger to the fair

The pastimes of our youth

Become contrastingly vivid

As we climb

But our current situation

Reveals to drag us back

So we fall

It’s a meditation

An investigation

To someday break the chains

That hold us

And mold us

To who we are today

I – have this dream

Red and yellow swirls – across a field bathed in summery golden, sunset shine

Twisting and twirling, dancing together in love-faked hate

Some would call the roses two

Their colors different, they cant be one

But up from the ashes, as proof to the masses, denying the undeniable, THE undeniable truth, that not only were they equal, the same, but ONE according to their roots and ancestral bearings! That the time spent spending time in separation was in vain because all that was priory believed is now rendered unbelievable and all that wasn’t – is

I have this dream

That even though, the lights been off, we can turn to our inner glow

It slowly rises, rising slowly but surely, making sure its taking its time to make TIME the one thing it wont run out of

Because in this world of today

We have many more tomorrows

And tomorrow holds more promise than any of us dare to hope for today

“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed

I have a dream today”

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yea, I have this dream

But then I wake up