Saturday, February 02, 2008

Li'v'beral..

Closed for inventory! That’s how a liberal mind reacts to insurgency of thoughts. The mind manufactures and orchestrates a vivid romance of thoughts, a thespian performance of loosely connected incidents. However the paradox is evident, a liberal mind isn’t exactly a minefield of disconnected gaffes, and it is a concerted reminder of rational. Blasé thoughts are the prerogative of a liberal mind, though you cannot rule out bohemian interference. However, the scrutiny of thought is the most important and consequential feature of a cultured and liberal mind.

What are butterflies to do in an iron maiden show, they flutter from the beat, aspire for fame. What are poster girls for; they adorn the walls of Moscow, never ever aspiring for a place in the heart. Vodka does better. Let’s say poster girls are for the desperate times. They say desperate times last till they stay on your walls. There are men who are all over, and then there are men who over all. Never do dreams matter until they are the dreamy ones, they sleep when you need them.

I am fascinated by abstract stories which converge in the end, as if the circle of life is evident, as if every fucking happenstance is a reminder of that, as if everyone knows the end, but then everyone does. I don’t know maybe sometimes the greatest insight can be drawn by refuting oneself. Is that the basis of hope, hope that I will change for the better maybe. Well they say go get a girlfriend, she’ll find enough mistakes in you to reduce you into an introspective mule, I say nothing better than her to compliment my sexual pursuits, to dress them as pursuit of love, you even get a flower, a kiss as absolves.

But we are talking about the mind here aren’t we, liberal minds, open mind, minds left open to be fed upon, minds which don’t mind. I have no idea, if you have an open mind, whether you have been able to retain your brains from falling out, there is a tendency to sympathize, I advise you to refrain for you would be the only person feeling bad. I like music for its detachment, the fact that once produced one doesn’t own it; it belongs to the whims of its admirers, who attach themselves to it. It is the same with life, you it begins and ends with detachment, while everything between those extremes is the exact opposite. So a liberal mind, does it attach or detach? I say the liberal mind aches, that’s all it does, instigates a rebel thought and nurtures the pain till it find more minds to share the pain.
I hate to philosophize. FUCK. PEACE.

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