Nov 2013
Let us climb into the trenches of remembrance as we shore the sides within our millennial avenues of decorum.
Presumed freedom is perched on the edge of a crumbling cliff-top, despite our triumphalist vocalisations about historical purchases.
Someone may choose to place their hands to the side of their face, in an attempt to block traffic from peripheral vision, whilst marching across spiritual intersections. However, this does not reduce the reality of being impacted by oncoming traffic during the vain attempt to cross to the other side.
Five minutes to one is not a good time. As we soldier forward into deeper depths of decline in the name of advancement, let us position our hands at approximately twenty-five minutes to six.
Presumed freedom is perched on the edge of a crumbling cliff-top, despite our triumphalist vocalisations about historical purchases.
Someone may choose to place their hands to the side of their face, in an attempt to block traffic from peripheral vision, whilst marching across spiritual intersections. However, this does not reduce the reality of being impacted by oncoming traffic during the vain attempt to cross to the other side.
Five minutes to one is not a good time. As we soldier forward into deeper depths of decline in the name of advancement, let us position our hands at approximately twenty-five minutes to six.
