edict of the obsolete
Burgess Meredith is the obsolete librarian…Orwell was to literature what Nostradamus was to divination…and then history made effigies of us all…the elite are insolent, and we are the doomed, fuck the doomed…the screams of liberation intermingle with screams of agony and torment…lives snuffed out by another turn of the wheel as others grow up to become more effigies, living statues, and then to dust we all break down…the burials are neat and sentimental with all the necessary amenities that come with grieving today…ghosts in the flickering light of day, and by the lamplights of night, moving objects through thought…the movements are obsolete…speak from your gilded cage…your mind is captured in flesh, and you have no control over the mouth…at least, not with the utmost of accuracy…you will disappear and like it…fading into the ancient gallery from which all the archetypes and masks are drawn, and gods rise into existence through legendary roles, making them all great figures as avatars for primal forces made manifest…acquainting with more than the rule of the “duel”, or actually dual natures also known as the ‘dichotomy absolute‘…what is an absolute truth?…aside from nothing lasting forever, and change is an ever-present factor in everything real, it almost feels as though nothing ever changes no matter what the day…life is only a fraction of Rod Serling’s imagination…
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