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there is no tolerable commitment Here.

listening to Jefferson Airplane, and beating the brain of branded death to a pulp becomes a rhetoric exercise… where are the survivors beyond this filthy generation, the artists and gaggles of pundits braying out the viscous fuel of a gap generated though the breath of fire that is deep in the biology logical, and i spit in the eye of futility… listening to TOOL, and wondering about the wandering plight that a nation must face before it is purified from all moral bankruptcy… the pistol-wearing whores with their judgmental eye in disguise of disgust towards currents of fear and folly alike, and gavels firmly set to strike down upon heinous suppositions, putting vices before niceness in this harrowing zone between this and that next idea… listening to Alice in Chains, and thinking of dreadful scenes where demons ride waves of popular opinion to put out the light of millions of souls lurking in the dreams of the multitude… death rides the silver lining of this oppositional situation deep inside the dark cloud of the mind’s eye, thoughtless among the deeper essence of truth, and fires blazing to question the thieves of all ways… listening to the Cure, and finding my senses teetering out of pace with the many that betray the few with a glance toward uncertainty… the darkness envelopes our pride with the visceral fangs of dread and bewilderment, meant for the purpose of denying the inner being, and it waits in an unnamed purgatory… listening to Nirvana, and waiting for the struggle to end end the beginning of nothing as a fetish to the masses… waving black flags in the distance, signaling to the others that the fray is still yet in motion, and moving to plunder the next method within this tempest of madness… there is no tolerable commitment Here…

Thanks, khet.