They’re like real life people.
But they live so…
On the edge.
You know how you put a bicycle together for your kid’s Christmas present,
but you still have a few nuts and bolts left over, and they aren’t extras.
Well merry Christmas. That’s fine.
But to live a life of always leaving a few parts out of the puzzle and
being okay with it but wondering why your life is a mess is where I must
dissolve my interest in the evolution of humanity.
That’s peripheral longevity. Seething, meshing, dopamine-banging ersatz.
Keep to the salt man! Take note. I have renounced the epicenter of destiny’s
churning emblem “I’m doing the best a can”.
For damn sure the rocker squeaks to the cat’s swinging tail.- Sinz
The pending sacrament proclaimed upon the earth by the hearty hymns of ages gone by is transfigured for eternity by the bombastic grunts of cavemen into the hopeless dissolution of meaningless rants uttered in the name of righteousness. – Esinz