This has orchestrated a hotbed of symbolism often ensuing repulsion, proliferating decadence, encompassing an all-illness psychologically consuming notion of…sin!
There is nothing more beautiful than “anything that resumes to prosperous meaning”. Life growth, positive emotions, nature’s splendor and variety, color and passion, a higher purpose leaning onto creationism… These conceded aspects of artistic inner value seem to drive ambition, haul inexperienced minds and recon through greed… There is an under-flowing greed these days, basically a need for the “pleasurable activity”, statistically a dire drug which seeps within your daily self-damned existence… A whirl of this world’s turn of vision and there you are left without any cardinal point or perspective…I for one, never look into such light…It’s blinding, suffocating thoughts and deafening words…
An almost ceremonial bacterial dance of circles forms a hypnotic instrument and delivers your sight to a deeper truth, the truth of the “full circle”…Life is only partial and it can be shared as beauty only by comparison with the far realistic depraved face… It’s a realism in the sense that it can’t be averted, revoked. For order comes out of chaos and travels back infinitely. And chaos stirs a horror that can allow us to shake off the unnecessary flaws we possess… For you have to comprehend darkness before any light can be shed for the imagery…
There is nothing more beautiful than “anything that resumes to prosperous meaning”. Life growth, positive emotions, nature’s splendor and variety, color and passion, a higher purpose leaning onto creationism… These conceded aspects of artistic inner value seem to drive ambition, haul inexperienced minds and recon through greed… There is an under-flowing greed these days, basically a need for the “pleasurable activity”, statistically a dire drug which seeps within your daily self-damned existence… A whirl of this world’s turn of vision and there you are left without any cardinal point or perspective…I for one, never look into such light…It’s blinding, suffocating thoughts and deafening words…
An almost ceremonial bacterial dance of circles forms a hypnotic instrument and delivers your sight to a deeper truth, the truth of the “full circle”…Life is only partial and it can be shared as beauty only by comparison with the far realistic depraved face… It’s a realism in the sense that it can’t be averted, revoked. For order comes out of chaos and travels back infinitely. And chaos stirs a horror that can allow us to shake off the unnecessary flaws we possess… For you have to comprehend darkness before any light can be shed for the imagery…
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