(no subject)
Life is beautiful. But the memories that daily bombard the concience mind are not that of today and today's activies but are of an inherently different type. Today the past does not come and whisper its insults but rather it looks one in the eye and slaps the living shit out of ones pink cheek. Front and center orientation is better for the exploitive transmogrification of character that takes place in such deviant environs of the modern life.