Post Number:#1 
January 9th, 2012, 3:10 am
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life. a dense smother of sensation after sensation, experience after closely following experience, compressed and measured under a unifying unit of lifelong inhale and lifelong exhale. This is the true existence for a fated fading awareness whose yesterday’s are a dream and whose ‘now’ is as much respect to infinity as a standing brick wall. ‘Now’ stretches on ambiguously ending neither far nor near, and our time along it never propagates any sufficient meaning, as it doesn’t exist. Society nourishes, rather, Society lay’s waste. But our bodies, swollen masses, bubbles in time and space pushing nothingness out of the way. Our nothingness pushes back. And upon us is the stress to see the endless cycles behind a single moment. It is the clockwork of brick.
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life. a dense smother of sensation after sensation, experience after closely following experience, compressed and measured under a unifying unit of lifelong inhale and lifelong exhale. This is the true existence for a fated fading awareness whose yesterday’s are a dream and whose ‘now’ is as much respect to infinity as a standing brick wall. ‘Now’ stretches on ambiguously ending neither far nor near, and our time along it never propagates any sufficient meaning, as it doesn’t exist. Society nourishes, rather, Society lay’s waste. But our bodies, swollen masses, bubbles in time and space pushing nothingness out of the way. Our nothingness pushes back. And upon us is the stress to see the endless cycles behind a single moment. It is the clockwork of brick.