This is not derivative. It’s all original. It wasn’t
inspired by anything or anyone that already exists. It doesn’t borrow and it didn’t steal. No one ‘touched’ it. There was no impetus for
creation outside of the fire burning deep within the devil’s loins.
Nobody came before, and if all goes well- no one will come
after. There is only one moment of truth, one mere instant of reflective catharsis,
and if you blink you’ll miss it.
This was not in the vein of anybody else’s work. The envelope
has been pushed. The writer is a true pioneer. He’s traversing lands and
blazing trails that have never been danced upon.
If you’ve enjoyed all the books, films, and music that you
experienced- but did not eat them- then they’re as well as forgotten. Lost in
space with a couple million other useless ruminations. Meanwhile- this- this
comes out of a sincere and genuine place of shockingly original creative
expression! It’s award winning!
What did Billy Corgan say…… “Vaseline afterbirths and neon coughs,
galaxies full of nobodies- giving us the farewell runarounds” Man, that guy
sure could write lyrics.
Everybody is making a move, like it or not. Fighting a sort
of uphill battle, evolving, moving forward.
Or maybe just the opposite- spiraling backwards, de-evolving at a
startling rate. Unfortunately, most of us don’t have any real choice as to
which direction we’re heading in. That’s an interesting idea though… evolution
vs. involution, and no other possibilities in between. I stole that one from
Gurdjieff…. oops
End of transmission
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