As the vagrant lie in the eye of the sun,
And society's ants come back to the pagan embrace of their sons.
But for today,
There will always be a next time.
Oriental and occidental arts merge to form a sort of bastard child.
Bastard child of the ignorant and the well-thought.
Bastard child of the free and the monarchy.
Should it really be divided as that?
Where the act of free speech depends on the voices of everyone of us.
Does the number of choices contribute to the success of discerning options?
No.
I can never really choose what burgers I want to order, because at the back of my head there's always that wonder.
That "hmm..maybe fish can't be that bad after all" relapse.
I am J. Incinera. And I think favouritism is a pussy's galore.
Stories encompassing the bigger bonfire.
From the crude of the fuel to the stain of the soot.
I don't believe in graphics.
Yes if you wanna be a nerd about it you can say that I put my concerns more inclined to game play.
But I guess that's how you should put it.
The impetus of hormones through powers of outspoken emotion.
And since I can't convey feelings through photographic or telepathic procedures, or make love to every single datum with ostentatious efforts of 'global networking' on telling you how happy/sad/delusional I feel.
I am doomed and surrendered to the layer of words.
Which isn't really a bad thing.
Sex is food,
Sex is good,
Sex is whatever you think you should.
You knew I was gonna write about sex, right?
Coz I'm just a horny, inadequate and lost adolescent, right?
Wrong.
What if I told you that I wasn't writing about copulation, but mainly referring to the nutritional pyramid (in this case, only has two divisions) and the indecisive juncture of a man who is voracious for a sense of monism. Because categorization is necessary.
And he doesn't belong to any category, which is a reference to gender obviously.
Machismo and feminism doesn't have to be evil. The lukewarmness of this dualism has contributed to a rationale for turning off the lights and thus saving the earth.
But I'm not talking about orgasm, no I'm talking about the affability of a long line of survivors.
Yet, the power of free will has again given you no ultimatum and the power of choice tells you "that transvestites can be cool"
No, not a bad thing at all.
Welcome to the vacuum.
Watch your step.
