Hubert J. Peabodies Farnsworth Esquire

Aug 07, 2008 22:42

Just a little brain from my green bean.
I'd fuck fast the rust-rotted fuel tank even today.
The pain my piece would push into your perception is perfectly parallel to the perpetual penetrations that pry their eyes passed these false parables of peace.

This facade can go on no longer. It is a self-degenerating process of cognitive negating systems. You are hungry, you eat. You are tired, you sleep. These are only temporary acts alluding the inevitable end. This world we paint with our minds is only viewed so vividly due to our inherently hampered perception. Electrical impulses jump node to node and implicate infinite amounts of notions that are only connotative to human emotions. The emotions themselves are simply electrochemical signals to best estimate a valid response in order to survive.
Survive what? Survive life? Life is death, and every second of living is a second of dying--getting closer and closer to point B from point A. This movie ends when you hit stop. There is no rewind. There is no fast-forward. There is no pause. You can either let it continue to play or cease your participation in the event entirely.
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