Polished for perfection, its blackness deludes the halls. Echoing from the corners, sounds carry the judgement from the audience, while those daring winks from the player are easily overseen. A “beauty” unquestioned will never reach individuality – but the canon does not except critique. Wings of black and white consume its prey almost unseen. When the player meets the critic, a beauty suggested will always preach duality. Perfect measures (on the surface). Spotless hue (on the surface). Perfect scales (on the surface). Spotless beauty (on the surface).
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The Void of no Return
This is war – on your live – on your body – on your thoughts. Take back what is yours. The streets are not enough, but lead the way. Words on cardboard signs may look pretty, but need to provoke actual deed.
Detours From Sanity
Hop on board of the freak train of thought. I am wandering through a world of blurry shades. I am wondering – for how long? – but there is no conclusion yet. Does it need to make sense? Life, I mean. Is there a reason for existence? Still, I wasn’t asked for anything of it. Detours guaranteed. Confusion included. Cohesion banished. Insanity (offered).