We are a memory - a past urging to be relived. A ghost -we are- delusional about the realm of its existence.
We are a line of coke.
We are post-modernism. Post-respect.
A limbo,
a pleasurable aesthetic,
an anarchic parade's indifferent revolt.
We are an idea, the idea of disabled happiness,
the idea of futile joy, the absurd.
We my love, with laughter, with sterile devotion
are a theory in vain search of an application.
We are a line of coke.
We are post-modernism. Post-respect.
A limbo,
a pleasurable aesthetic,
an anarchic parade's indifferent revolt.
We are an idea, the idea of disabled happiness,
the idea of futile joy, the absurd.
We my love, with laughter, with sterile devotion
are a theory in vain search of an application.
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