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Now that we have all learned to live inside the post-ness of our age and we can easily bury the tradition as a misguided attempt to ground aesthetics upon ghost terms and empty concepts, we are ready to accept our new crumbled perception as a new homeground.

the signs of a mild and forgivable weariness, but lets make ourselves clear: life will manifest itself as we mature we'll see days of elegant density. but it seems that this could also be a problem on its own of our making maybe?

but as a rather affirmative gesture of understanding we'll engage on our journey through life, ignoring the reverberations of our past even though we know they are there calling us, as we embark on adventures without limitations, where somedays we'll accomplish nothing. where it should be fresh and powerful it will be dull and unforgiving with a hint of what could have been and what should have been.

where silence is dynamic and provides a structure, and the loquacious climaxing of simple themes within each day and night change our whole world, where laughter becomes serious where the tones change and we're suddenly be lost and alone even when we're close together, together in our unconscious, carrying a burden of remnants of sublimity, facing the fact that it should abolish the word love in order to create something new.

but the past will always linger no matter what we do it can't be blocked out even though we can dull its calls ... it'll always be there

Description
Now that we have all learned to live inside the post-ness of our age and we can easily bury the tradition as a misguided attempt to ground aesthetics upon ghost terms and empty concepts, we are ready to accept our new crumbled perception as a new homeground.

the signs of a mild and forgivable weariness, but lets make ourselves clear: life will manifest itself as we mature we'll see days of elegant density. but it seems that this could also be a problem on its own of our making maybe?

but as a rather affirmative gesture of understanding we'll engage on our journey through life, ignoring the reverberations of our past even though we know they are there calling us, as we embark on adventures without limitations, where somedays we'll accomplish nothing. where it should be fresh and powerful it will be dull and unforgiving with a hint of what could have been and what should have been.

where silence is dynamic and provides a structure, and the loquacious climaxing of simple themes within each day and night change our whole world, where laughter becomes serious where the tones change and we're suddenly be lost and alone even when we're close together, together in our unconscious, carrying a burden of remnants of sublimity, facing the fact that it should abolish the word love in order to create something new.

but the past will always linger no matter what we do it can't be blocked out even though we can dull its calls ... it'll always be there