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Monday, October 31, 2005
Ultra Violence
There's a common misconception in my razrezzing in which it is assumed that I am an inherently violent individual. Although this may be the case in a large number of situations, I don't feel as though I'm left without a choice in my actions; in effect, a clockwork orange. Far from it in fact. My misdeeds are merely a product of a productless mind; a sum of boredom and lingering adolescent ideology. The choice I make isn't in whether to destroy or to create, but which one will come first. For to destroy is to create and to create is to destroy. Each is a symptom of the other's disease. A beautiful chaos or a kroovy perfection is where the yellow brick goes, and a milk plus dream is our only guide; where knives dance upon our tongues and pierce through our glazzies. A wonderful life indeed, as long as one keeps his rookers clean.
This Humble Narrator, although an imitation and a poor one at that, has had a few too many sharpenings and there's sleep to be had. Apologies and RSVPS will be sent in the morning.
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