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friends and all the time in the world.
It's symmetry, the way things work to completely conquer the fear of their polar opposites. Nothing
moves on its own without first drawing a path to explore first. How would we create God if it hadn't
been prematurely sold to us? Fast paced thought processes collide to induce questioning. Was I born to
question or again, sold the idea from birth? What drives our infantile dreams of being mass produced
and drug induced? Counting hours before this amphetamine nightmare and hopes of rising to a different
plateau of cerebral defloration. A cold logic revisits its sanctuary as I lie awake wishing for a monumental
epiphany, while each perpetual breeze of thought enraptures my life's predisposition. Not giving in to
regret, fear not and live with dignity; it has become reduced to this colloquial atmospheric state that
escapes and soon evolves into a Sartre‐esque personality. Jumping rooftop to asphalt to digress into a
star‐crossed love story. The jaws of reality clasp tight like the pinch of an overcrowded revolving door as
the smokestacks atop the nightmares lie pensive, waiting to assimilate.
Mind tricks display themselves in a provocative manner, giving heed to a harsh reality which unearths
God vs. existentialism. A flicker of light produces reason triggered by morals and ethics. Does existence
precede essence? And how?
The television sparks a new virtualization of an alternate Fate to which we all wish we were doomed.
The surreal love stories juxtaposed, like a nonfiction farce. Fact defines total infallibility, with no regard
to question. The two Tiers merge to form an unpredictable means of sugar‐coated religion. Those who
scream "Fire on the Mountain" while Garcia enters his habitual subconscious trip. Why do we make the
connection between such a phenomenon and a simple four letter word?
The glazen eyes of future doctors and pilots embrace their success in the fatality of the American
Dream, screaming to release the burning sear of the public eye which bores a hole in the true doctrine
of Freedom. Taking words with a grain of salt is known to be a thorn in the side of the fiscally stable
entrepreneur, who lies jazzed in his meaningless pile of wealth. Held captive to the terror of a failure
conjured by their peers, striking fear into the eyes of those who don't walk the straight line. Blindsided
by societal influences never proven to induce happiness. Grasping at the throats of the waysiders who
strive to create their own idea of the perfect life. To create decision. to create an alternate standard. To
create God.
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Brilliantly lost inside a room with glass windows; the space parading with mediums yet to be extracted
from the utopia beneath the ceiling. Endless strands of possibility present a unique asylum to which the
Three Voyagers resign to euphoria, yearning for an ultimate understanding which they refuse to believe
unattainable. They stand within these walls breeding creativity and curiosity. Trapped within this walls
shouting, clawing, tearing, thinking!
Within these walls crying, "Pharoah, let my people go!"
Within these walls, bleeding success from the scars of modernism.
Within these walls, striving to understand the ban on creativity, starting a fire that will never burn out.
Within these walls, brewing a mutiny against the puppeteer and his tightly knit strings.
Within these walls, collaging pieces of a night half‐spent.
Within these walls, exchanging addictions for a brand new year.
Within these walls he believes, she believes, I believe:
We will never die.
‐Geof Frazier