Engulf yourself in your circumstantial wave of demise.
Masochistic tendencies and rhetorical devices in your fantastical intoxication of colours.
Feeling so redundant as long as I cease to cease.
A serpentine apparition, swallowing its own tail.
Circling into infinity.
Symbolism and metaphors mean everything.
Gregarious drones, the culmination of my thoughts.

Coefficients of skyscrapers and town houses, devouring those beneath the limestone.
Trapped behind homogulous pairs;
Because ones destiny is never truly their own.
Genetics coincide with materialistic fascism, tainting the universe as we see it.
Expanding, receding;
Advancing, retreating;

For is that not the true nature of humanity?
Is that not how we satisfy our ever unquenchable bloodlust?
Corporate logos and teenage maternities.
Both urging us on,
selling out for their own profits.
For the CEO's need attention to breed money,
and the mother's do the same.

And are not we all sell-outs?
The dictatorships, communism’s, democracies, matriarchies;
All self-proclaimed royalty, predetermining our lives with micro-precision.
Corporeal stereotypes rule the tormented minds of fetal nanobots, multiplying exponentially, only to diagnose each other as insufficient.
Then the war of shattered hearts, splintered souls, and the ever present might of man relinquishes,
giving way to numerical abnormalities.

Death comes in threes:
The past,
The present,
The future.

The latter of which, seemingly too fitting for such a species, brings us retribution.
Whether or not we accept it, is our own choice.
Our own fatality.

November 24, 03