Genghis Khan
May 2nd, 2012, 02:38 PM
Carl Sagan’s black holes and cosmic intricacy, sure, does smack my mind and run off asking its peers for the basketball before they can get to the pitch. But one thing does hit me for sure; I’m more appreciative of what I can’t connect to than what I can. Can I even connect to that? Or is my connection solely premised on wavelengths upon wavelengths upon amplitudes of hatred?
But along with this pure hatred per say, I felt the sudden breeze of a singular fragileness. At which point I sunk into a sand pit of deep deafening depression, I could hear high pitched screams of the planets breaking apart, like the entity of our social construct known as evil was out there to hurt the unknown. This perhaps explains my misanthropic persona, no matter where we are, no matter where we go, even I in this blurry p56 acid trip can still feel the stings of human animosity and greed coated by our politically correct capital induced motivation with all the big letters, dichotomies and false promises which we choose to fool ourselves with. I want a hammer to my skull.
But along with this pure hatred per say, I felt the sudden breeze of a singular fragileness. At which point I sunk into a sand pit of deep deafening depression, I could hear high pitched screams of the planets breaking apart, like the entity of our social construct known as evil was out there to hurt the unknown. This perhaps explains my misanthropic persona, no matter where we are, no matter where we go, even I in this blurry p56 acid trip can still feel the stings of human animosity and greed coated by our politically correct capital induced motivation with all the big letters, dichotomies and false promises which we choose to fool ourselves with. I want a hammer to my skull.