That Which Survives...

It moves of itself, yet I cannot bring it to motion. It stops, stopping. Turns, turning. Eludes elision. Alludes illusion. It is what it will; it does what it is. A deed in action, indeed!

Carefully chosen beliefs, just ignorance codified. Nothingness is totality, when approached with humility.

Tautological wisdom, soporific of the vulgar. Chemical panegyrics, palmable euphoria.

Bombast as ballast. Haploid humanity, hapless, stops, stopping. Turns, turning. Capsules of misery popping capsules of happy, breathing rapture through crystal-clear glass.

They disappoint, they disappear, they die but they don't.

The Spagyric Wedding of C. Dumbfuck.

Disapprobation itches.