Mar 12, 2003 23:20
Ah, the center.
The nucleus of all that is, has been, and especially ever will be.
Caught in the middle while the hurricane of time tides those with tempered glass minds over with delusions of compassion and complacent characteristics.
I have been here before, and it feels wonderful to be back home,
Thank you for the warm welcome.
Watching every smellitar from afar but still inevitably involved in all of it on some level.
Winds of change whirl just as the mystifying and always rising, spiraling scents that are born from the commoner's smell stick do.
The putrid fragrance resembling that of flatulence mixes with the beautiful stench that desperately clings onto innocence, yet halfheartedly embraces the nitrous oxide of darker thought.
Glance outwards, try and reach the lemmings. For many of them it is much too late. Indulging in drinking from the poisoned public well. Take a sip.
Let's drink some ammonia, baby, hide it in the shadows.
But I've already drifted far enough. Time to get back to the eye of the storm. I feel comfortable here.
Pretentious? Yes. But what a pretty picture!
Sure has lots of nice colors, wouldn't you agree?
Quote of the Day:
"Hairless chins sometimes come out of nowhere."- Urgandol R. Crickety
Go away Broadway and take your freedom fries with you.