The human condition.

We weave patterns with whatever we can. Self destruction, being the darkest form of repetition. 

Periods of self-inflation when we beg for recognition by claiming to need none. We find love however we can. Self love, unfortunately is the hardest to understand.  So we find another willing heart, lock and latch. But until we find our own heart, 

we unconsciously, unwillingly detach. Big pictures…well they take up the same amount space

depending on how far away you stand, don’t they? Perspective is the conductor

of everything. 

Perspective is the conductor of man. 

Do you hear a symphony?  Do you see what you imagine?  I do.  

None of you are real unless I make it so. 

All of this, all of you are a part of an elaborate show. 

We might as well make it good.

 None of us know what the fucking payout is anyhow.  

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