It's all Albert Camus' fault, you know. His unusual and fascinating way of viewing our world helped to shape my own understanding. Now, I watch the eerie shapes of our world as they float by; enjoying and absorbing them. This place is an outlet, an opportunity to add my own neutrinos to infinity's gasp.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
punk rock love
Imagination is boundless - and (supposedly) love knows no bounds (mi amigos amore - bueno) passion is a shapeless void in the construct of humanity (seriously, I'm really trying not to be completely obtuse and hyper art-fag, but I may have failed). But, for reals, this is raw human emotion - I can't make this shit up.
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