Saturday, February 11, 2006

Nightbound Macrophobia



Deadliest , it enthralls and decomposes minds complete. Most fearful mirror, I confess: the walls I've built around and between are fast unraveling, nylon of the day grotesquely grinding the images of youth and of conception alike in brutal velocity. Inconsequential elements of pure inconsciousness, greatness and damnation becoming, one at a time, epic and distinct in their paroxysm of confused perceptions.

To claim indifference, to raise the walls once again, is far more demanding than it once was.

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