All hail the
toxic underglow of social networking
while the impossible social network movie star personality is
pushed to the past but we cant push past it.
All hail the
avant-garde garbe that harbors false hope for
altruistic presentation.
All hail the ideals of the times...
thus being presented as such.
One.
We are not special.
Two.
We are unique.
Three.
No matter is the tweaking of personality patching congruent to the social progress of agressive individuals.
All hail the agressive individuals.
Particularly those who wear the mask of progessive.
When do we realize the eye of the world is apparent and searching for those who are true enough to see.
True enough to be.
If I think, therefore I am.
Where do I draw the line where I stand?
The idea of personality is a communistic line in the sand.
I feel like I am human.
Its all in the hips.
I deal like I am few, man.
Its all in the wrist.
I think that...
the sand in the underbelly of the beast can be counted as one feast of conversation, the words are those that follow.
"Are you going to eat that?"
"Yes, are you going to eat that?"
"No."
"Do you not want to get fat?"
"If I were to do that, I would only be bigger. What's it to me? With protection in a trigger. I could roll around, happy as tigger. No worries. No problem. I just know what I want, do you?" The man did taunt.
"No." He replied in a meager font.
Such is the victory of the few.
Much is the combination of the used.
Careful is the consideration for the abused.
We are all just scampering no matter the self pampering we feed ourselves or
when we receive onto ourselves a recipe of words for self-esteem.
Remember, we only really live... when we dream.
