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KampfVerein
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Mar 25 2009, 10:20 PM
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Enough of this windy and whimsical twirl, this free-spirit, starchild, endearingly manic madness. Around the maypole with your flowered skirt and dreams ready for the shattering. You? How can you change the world, you pseudo-tribal figurine of humanity? All there is, all there ever will be is a mass of swirling thought-particles slamdancing to an intangible beat. Waves upon waves of intuition and supposition, could-haves and should-haves, maybes and nevers, rising, falling, cresting and finally rolling back, subtle retreat of a shimmer that loses its beauty through repetition. You know the old example. Enough primates and enough typewriters sign the dotted line on the death wish of unique, its syllables rendered decrepit and morbid when compared to computerized code, generations of ones and zeros that have the power to reincarnate, to fly phoenix-like from those liquid crystals whenever the human animal defies its chilling, Hegelian logic-truth. If all can be brought back, reconstructed given enough time, terse inspiration and java to fuel the beast, then what is the need for invention? What is done puts on a parlor show, slipping on its silken gloves and jazz-handing its way into our hearts and minds, but then just fades away when more dancers, truer entertainers, take this earthen stage.
Nihilism must be exhausting.
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