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Monday, August 18, 2014

Kill Your Darlings

The death of human. Remember a dream of fire on rain, oceans into desert, of sentient sands consuming a garden Earth. An echo of laughing vanity born of dry winds.

For whom the gods would elevate, first they drive mad. A light shown into the darkness and the darkness coveted it. The fire of creation technology, rearrangement on atomic scale, was a siren song so attractive that childlike we grabbed and ignited the match. The extinguishment of the flower of life, a fall from which there is no grace, a prophesy of echoing absence filled with an anguish of angels. The apple promised to be so sweet. The taste of hubris so bitter. And we dove madly into the abyss. A diaspora of life fleeing a planet dying of gangrenous technology. The fluffed seeds of a virulent dandelion blown on the winds of angry, reddening Sun.

Once fallen, man was forever fated to fall again.
And that one goes into the cut file.

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