The Mind: Imploding Comments

Creating the perfect setting to synthesize another beaming moment of pride.
Contrasting the deeds of former affairs to those of the beastly present.
Fire from my fingertips and scum from my tongue are all I am presenting to be judged in an apocalyptism of post-modern, all-the-rage (but not new-age) theology.
Through with rating systems and those who determine what is acceptable by way of systematic removal of the muse's breath, I'm finished producing last-ditch attempts at reviving interest in the endless struggle not to cause my own death.
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