Cautionary

Content is purely objective, but a subjective diary. No offense, non taken.

April 14, 2013

Life had its own whims.

+ When nights goes by a turmoil encloses the subtle reality where the sun creeks its way into the heart of truth and fair synchronized terror of syndromes.

+ It mused its place in nature, creating chaos and havoc midst stirs of vibrant extravagant of ruthless mundane course of unplugged vibrations.

+ Things perish as flowers bloom into rendezvous.
And then it is all there is a sense of emptiness, closing down the whispers of life into its mundane existence.
I thought that I had died and that it wont be a suicide if i die. I will just cease to exist.

+ Vanity was t`was true with full disclosure. Insanity is closure. Cognition of self disclosure is Insanity, purest form of vanity.
Thus comes self impudence and impertinent recognition to nature.
Ruthless selfless correlative kindness to dysfunction and irrational judgement to system.
Awareness motto.

+  Single perpendicular moron
Splendid serpentuous carmine
A specular stupendecular spectrum spontaneous suspententine cerebral spendum.

+ This power hungry craving energy that bursting through my veins calls for a reality check.
A check so vengeance powerful it takes everything along with it, including the lone wolf.
The dire need of raw adrenaline.
Be yourself and yet be polite,
subliminal half truth.

+ Chaos is retrospective
Chaos is my friend
Chaos is my doppelganger
Chaos is my trend

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