I would like to share this piece that I’m currently working on. I won’t share it all, but partial, tell me what you think:
Life diminishes the irresponsible, and flounces its naive and illusioned hopefuls with torque, in which physics defy inertia’s law of movement. It is status, pride and other innately human disfunctional and sophisticated characterstics that rarely ceases. But nothing measures up to depending and expecting. Just call them ritualistic feelings, rituals that are ambivalent, or polarities, like a dancing man in multiple colors of clothing, parading down a cobbledstoned road in tow of a parody in a struggling bleak shadow.
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