Self_improvement Procedure

Discussion in 'The Artist's Corner' started by tetsuo_shima, May 6, 2002.


    Unimagined. Unconfined. Those thoughts that are truly made tangible are those that are forced into bondage. Rivers of genuine contemplation fall only on keen ears. The universal language that can accurately articulate the complexity of the beauty of our place. Like a philosophical mathematician. Like a black box. We were never trapped in this space. Use mental chopsticks for revelation seeking. It is far more rewarding. Pierce the sky. Steal the sun. Quell the desires of a god. The idea of holding onto perfection is human. This idea can and must be surpassed. Then my head hit the concrete.

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