by karmasTESTdummy

Created on: November 11, 2009

Bend the streams of productive continuity and witness the culmination of dying desires paved by the catastrophic downpour of leaves against the top soil. Soak in the chemical breakdown fixated on the half tempo teamsters, who pray, nay, beckon a change for our photosensitive brothers. They stand still and understand perspective like no other.

Try, as one assumedly does, and fathom the sinister plot by sister earth too cold and tawdry to seek approval from the conscientious parasites that plague her underbelly. Stand idle and fixated on the shooting star screen savers rather than welcoming the frozen kaleidoscope that tattoo crop circles or lay as holocaust victims melting against your tongue. We have the benefit of intelligence to be awed, but find a despairing refuge in thoughtlessness. A devious attention disorder calmed by flashing lights or Flava Flav and his outrageous clock. Never you mind the cosmos or the heavy rains. Forget Aurora Borealis unless it has to do with a Flock of Seagulls. Where are you running? Through a simulated park while you stay in place as your Mii progresses through fields of glorious shame. I pity the one who's never hugged a tree or watched the leaves change even if it's to smoke your last cigarette. If that's what it takes then you must welcome cancer for your quality of life lies beyond your latchkey existence.

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