Goes to show again that we don’t really need new stuff just because we have old stuff that doesn’t exactly work as would like it to.
Broken? Fix it!
Consumerist frenzy always takes a toll. And the toll is on your soul.
There is no mirroring the satisfaction gained from crafting our way to success. Success handed down is never received in a pure spirit. The beauty in a cracked teapot, the soul of a burning man.
Our culture has denied people the right to suffer, to be miserable, and to curse the gods for their existence.
What barbarity!
Mental slaves with physical bodies, dragging our emotional selves through the streets, up alleys into forgotten places of doom.
Lay hand on me like I was the last man on earth and witness before the opening of your heart.
Rage the fallen in battle, crying out for their mothers’ arms.
Love like the dying artist, until your last breath.
For mine must a life of adventure. One great life, and that spent doing taxes? One great life is all we get.
There is no trial run, head start, or reset button. No save now and continue later. Live no or die now, the ultimate imperative.
The longer you avoid the contract of your soul, the deeper the abyss becomes.
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