Thursday, June 09, 2011
Wallowage 1
If one pursues liberty to its limits like a hollow madman, or lets all beliefs fall away, or all attachments cease, then, one leaps into the abyss of days, into the rush of hollow mocking air, the exhilaration of suffering a kind of salvation balm for unsated pain, a palindromic schema that reverses the sight of staggering into absurdity, clownhood.
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