It's time we created a new language, because the story's been told way too many times. Nothing new, nothing unheard of... History always repeats itself. Is it fate? Or just the way we are built? Is it really mistakes or things inevitable? How do we ever know? And what do we do? Even insight fails us!
Do we ever learn, when we are doomed to making the same old rotten blunders for generations and centuries. Where's the sense then in human relations... vicarious learning? Or even experiential... is it learning at all when nothing much ever changes? Even as you wind up one big mistake, you know you are en route to the next one... lesson learnt? Not quite. Where's the sense in this then? Or maybe it's resistence... the love of neurosis...
They call her Beautifully Neurotic. Perhaps that is what it is... No, the not the name, you Fool! But the isolation she derives from it, and the glory of it! Senseless, right? Isn't that what life is anyway....????
So now what? Randomness all over again? No! No! No! No! He screams in the silences of his solitude. They shatter the glass on his window pane, stretch out their arms, call out his name... Stand there and smile, rejected but hopeful. They won't be there long... that's just what life is. Who's to blame then? The one who doesn't take or the one who gives? That's something to really ponder about now, isn't it my broken little junkie?!?
Another lost soul... oh wait! Isn't that all of us??? Nah! There are those vicious, pretentious, superficial hypocrites who aren't lost, but very directed in their malice. Their malice that they call virtue! And they don't even know it! Laughable, I tell you!
A yawn, a twitch... oh, it's just an excuse. We all fizzle out one day!!!
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