Living!

It’s inevitable consequence gained from our curiosity, we flood ourselves in things bigger than us, whether it’s: some surreal financial construction, or alluring sculpted figure of a woman, sometimes it’s a realization of a critical professional moment, or a beginning of a proletariat of some sort – usually it’s a combination of many things, vivid and tempting, translating themselves within themselves, creating a unique model of life for each individual out there. And we push ourselves, accelerating the percussion of the moment, testing the limits… and remarkably, the coupling withstands everything and anything. It’s the way we’re forged, sometimes we become more, sometimes we diminish. With each and every gain, we lose something else. We’re merchants of life, without even knowing.

Nonetheless, we gamble because we want to win. We know that reasons matter, even though the concept of causality is not always correctly applicable when it comes to us, because we’re capable to twist reality and achieve a paradox of existence by creating model of life where consequences precede reasons.

Whatever it is, whatever comes… it’s most welcome!

Music of the mind

From these deep passionate guitar riffs in the mind, lucid thoughts gain form. They become words, words create actions; and actions, they twist out of shape any common sense of causality. The reason/consequence niche is broken and it becomes a syndrome of paradox, regressing only into different, deeper and more passionate guitar riffs. Music, occupying the mind of a man by creating more alluring graphics, and each subsequent cycle becomes even more compelling. Disobedient in my restlessness, because I can afford it:)

This moment lasts as a moment within another moment; enduring protected, safe and secure. Such reality build out of daydreaming, because I can afford it:)

Smile, yours and mine;)

Natural order of things is irreversibly altered through implementation of alchemy, by transforming rust and inertial forces of time into life… life, finding its path from the breathless bottom all the way up to the breathless surface and into the heights. An everlasting sinusoid of breathtaking paradoxes, all of the bottoms and heights of oneself… inexorably splendid and marvelous by design, in their own strange ways.

And the smile always remains, as an end and beginning of things… smile, overt as it is, a doorway to our breathless souls… a soul irreversibly seduced by twisted witchcraft of the dark arts, and another thrilled by the enchantment of what can be only described as divine and pure. Corruption and innocence, creating the cupola of us, yours and mine…

The contradictions of this synergy of ours, angelic substance against an occult spirit… this moment, vast only in ecstasy, as it is… still ours, yours and mine;)