Paradoxical Composition of a Vital Promulgate

The historical period’s zeitgeist in the psyche of the contemporary ethos and sociology has partially diminished over the previous, but few centuries. This dilemma has completely altered the state of mentality of our youth’s existence, ergo they place useless juxtaposes on their mental billboards. Therefore, we must ask ourselves the question of our worldwide known ultimatum. Who are we? Unpronounced wisdom and mediocrity seemingly clash and form a placid apathetic position of unknown credibility towards this inquiry, and though you may not wish to realize its presence, the resolution is present in complexity and simplicity giving a new meaning to justification. As you may now have speculated through this assessment, reality is not permanently actuality. The sooner you arrive at this solution (that contains the absence of mathematical harmony) you will withhold a perspective not granted at the inauguration of your existence, the canning ability of your alter ego, or third eye.

So, you may pose, what is subsequently the next question? Unfortunately for you what, when, where, why, and how have already been answered, yet your brain seems to be unsatisfied by the absence of recognizing what I am talking about. You may have already begun to bear witness to the seemingly overwhelming oddities in your head, which is (by means of my own justification) rare. Many interpreters, such as yourself, may end up reading this with a congested intellect, or unalterable personality. This (aside from the dogma of ontology) will only increase your apathy, but as I avowed in advance the rare minority of you will grasp onto that unidentifiable emotion and experience the necessity to complete its course, in other words come full circle. Modern day curriculums will not assist in your excursion on unknown parabolas in the mind, nor the presence of any idiotic idols. You and you alone must find your own means of validation, suppress former bias, and rise above choice, because in the theory lies legitimacy, and in absolutes lies discrimination.

TI-30XA Giving The Illusion of Simplicity

I’m seeing people run around like hairless dogs in my hood; hoops up, Glocks cocked, and corn hanging around in the trash bins of the rural Great Plains. Yeah, that’s my hood; you just can’t seem to get a grasp on what makes a man tick out here. Is it the evident surroundings of non-aquified oceans (If you didn’t already know, aquified is not a word, just a friendly heads up)? People just can’t seem to calm their horses down; they keep rapping with their baggy body wear, or get distracted by some new neon apocalypse outfit. Come on, this isn’t the 80’s, though I respect the respecters of past history, your far from them. People need to just pull a triad, and step out of society’s threshold of indoctrination for . . . I don’t know, at least like four seconds or something.

Sometimes, people don’t see those signs of a singular post-birth, so my question to them is what happens to me when I fall into my self abyss? I mean come on, I’m five minutes from hitting the bottom and I’m completely fine with it. What’s that say about me? I asked this old man on the new street corner once and you know what he said? Well, I’ll tell ya, “Cold silence hanging, outside to see you. Atrophy lacking, holding the window. Presence consuming with no compassion. Just heartless nations filled with no anions. Atoms confusing the world that surrounds me, making it easy to find an ending. Universe changing, but not arranging. Shut out the scheming, but not the brainchild. Designs are plaguing, purpose suggestion.” What? Are you serious, for Buddha’s sake. . . he read me a freaking poem! Who does that nowadays? Although, I did respect his opinion on individuality and the freedom of the carrots.