Micolus the Colossus

I am currently sitting here, all fucked up on yesterday's splendid festivities, trying to reorganize the particles of my brain so as to open anew, the gates of my mind.

It was a calm Thursday evening and five peculiar fellows wandered the empty streets of Stockholm. Empty, and deprived of any colours. For such is the nature of societies; it manipulates people into GlobAl simply by touching the very wet parts of our Selves; by giving us each an opportunity to fulfill a spectacular dream glorified and distorted beyond proportion. And such is the mind of the people, that we would much rather annihilate whatever peripheral attributes we might have, fearing the hatred of the Great Monolith, than to keep colouring, and recouloring ourselves in a world thirsting for beauty. We tell our inner morality that we can keep these deviant thoughts, as long as we conceal them in the eyes of the monolith. The problem with this reasoning, however, is that thoughts need interact with other thoughts, lest they fade away of lose their meanings - freedom is a great example of that.

It was to feed this hatred of the whole, we ventured towards the... "Ericsson"... Globe. And so the Fivefecta danced the second tune away as we sat astonished by this great wall.

iLead - iFollow - iProtect - iResist - iProfit - iLose

Images of war beamed out of the wall as psychedelic animations numbed our senses. A battle between the flowers showed the genderal tensions of society, and how the two sexes act. Of course it went deeper than this though. For it showed how the "penis flower" at first penetrated the mother with brute force as the world plunged into war and death only to switch to a different scenario yet in which the female flower devours the male -

This is where we are now. The negative, the female, the preserving forces of nature are becoming our doctrine, as we move away from our entrepenurial, capitalist, male past. For capitalism shall not withstand the incredible static force of the Global Altruism. For the flesh of the world is one - and we all consist of it - should we not then honor it by releasing our hubris and become one with Brahman?

What had been the greatest aesthetic experience of my life was over and phatties guided our way to bed.

As the grey morning sun caressed my eyes with its dulling rays, I traveled alone through the underground transfer system. Suddenly, and without warning, nine months of my life flashed by and receded into the dark corners of my memory. Emotions grew, as unborn children, for nine months only to flood my reality. It was not bad at all - in fact, it was great. It's just that... I am so excrutiatingly exhausted.

And Roger Waters' voice trembles within me: "Tear down the wall!"

I don't know if I should...

I am currently sitting here, all fucked up on yesterday's splendid festivities, trying to reorganize the particles of my brain so as to open anew, the gates of my mind.

.

It was a calm Thursday evening and five peculiar fellows wandered the empty streets of Stockholm. Empty, and deprived of any colours. For such is the nature of societies; it manipulates people into GlobAl simply by touching the very wet parts of our Selves; by giving us each an opportunity to fulfill a spectacular dream glorified and distorted beyond proportion. And such is the mind of the people, that we would much rather annihilate whatever peripheral attributes we might have, fearing the hatred of the Great Monolith, than to keep colouring, and recouloring ourselves in a world thirsting for beauty. We tell our inner morality that we can keep these deviant thoughts, as long as we conceal them in the eyes of the monolith. The problem with this reasoning, however, is that thoughts need interact with other thoughts, lest they fade away of lose their meanings - freedom is a great example of that.

.

It was to feed this hatred of the whole, we ventured towards the... "Ericsson"... Globe. And so the Fivefecta danced the second tune away as we sat astonished by this great wall.

.

iLead - iFollow - iProtect - iResist - iProfit - iLose

.

Images of war beamed out of the wall as psychedelic animations numbed our senses. A battle between the flowers showed the genderal tensions of society, and how the two sexes act. Of course it went deeper than this though. For it showed how the "penis flower" at first penetrated the mother with brute force as the world plunged into war and death only to switch to a different scenario yet in which the female flower devours the male -

.

This is where we are now. The negative, the female, the preserving forces of nature are becoming our doctrine, as we move away from our entrepenurial, capitalist, male past. For capitalism shall not withstand the incredible static force of the Global Altruism. For the flesh of the world is one - and we all consist of it - should we not then honor it by releasing our hubris and become one with Brahman?

.

What had been the greatest aesthetic experience of my life was over and phatties guided our way to bed.

.

As the grey morning sun caressed my eyes with its dulling rays, I traveled alone through the underground transfer system. Suddenly, and without warning, nine months of my life flashed by and receded into the dark corners of my memory. Emotions grew, as unborn children, for nine months only to flood my reality. It was not bad at all - in fact, it was great. It's just that... I am so excrutiatingly exhausted.

.

And Roger Waters' voice trembles within me: "Tear down the wall!"

.

I don't know if I should...