To tell you the truth, friends, I've lost it.
All of it, gone. Gone without an instance, gone without a trace, gone.
No meaning to ALL of it, however the meanings,
oh yes, The Meanings..
*Chuckle
Well they simply have vanished! Within thin air!
One can seem to clearly be troubled by the HIGH society and show little emotion in physical appearance. But deep down, enough down,
is that one place that is in EVERY HUMAN BEING, that dwells beneath the structures in which we operate whose only sole purpose is to summon those actions, thoughts and previous meanings on cue.
In some odd situations, if one has become sucessful in locating this feature, whose its origin is the mind, a rather obscene scenario or distraught fixation would occur, resulting in half-fast acts of being discombobulated and later forgotton upon the worries of life. With this, follows the simple, un-recreational method, compromise.
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Fear and Loathing in Phoenix
" For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled. " -Hunter S. Thompson
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