The bouyancy of juvenility resounds visions of the endtime approaching. Stability in mind is a forlorn hope in this long awaited generation. Abortion, bastards and paedophilia are no longer forces to reckon with. Taboos, extinct in modern day vocabulary, shame infilterates the virgin soul. Fashion, now a statement not an overall. Art is sensual, love is physical and trite, fun is the theme the wilder the more ecstatic. Adrenalin rush from blood flow, dangerous excitement with daily fed phantasies encroaching the idly busy mind of negativity. Like genitalia fussion is religiously accepted. Judgement is perfectly unbiased and impartial. Time does change yesterday, but to the most high I pray time would not change me.
Reason for writing:
The world today
Birth sign: Libra
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