When it’s good it’s real good. And when it’s bad, it’s not so bad. It’s nothing more than grammatical errors and logical inconsistencies. Paranoid objectifications and fabricated ecstasies. It’s not simple. And it’s not nice. The weather continues to change. It’s an emotional crystallization. It’s a chaotic illusion. It isn't on and it isn't off.
Are these dependent prophecies ready to assist? Perhaps the answer is sought.
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The artist makes himself a seer, by a long, prodigious, and rational disordering of all the senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he consumes all the poisons in him, and keeps only their quintessences.
A. Rimbaud
The future you have tomorrow won't be the future you had yesterday. - Chuck Palaniuk
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