The ecstacy of colors

It was considered to be ambrosia by Moors, so did their comrades from the south. They believed in the supernatural powers, the felt the magic of the sprout. The spiral stairs crawled, not sure if it was going up or down; or was I upsidedown.

Civilization: A Eulogy

The prescribed path to death is through bondage, irrespective of the school of thought. Chains of thoughts, beliefs, principles; all cloud the vision. Despite of the desperate attempts to be categorized, we always fall short of expectations; be it theirs or ours. From the first puff we are all high on life; embryonic fluid still dripping. The indoctrination is omnipresent, the holy information. The information super highway is flooded with dogmas; it is confusing to be an addict. Lucky are those who already are, for the exit strategy is very clear. The logic; maybe not. The truth or the partial truth, in all it poetic beauty, can only spoil the view.

The spreadsheet cry  out to be filled, the statuses demand constant up-gradation. The push-pull war of the The reality is polarized between the ones who can't see and the ones who can't see. The society consists of a group of idiots and supreme idiots. There is always a constant struggle between the ones' with the propeller cars and the ones' with out. The ones with the blue jeans and the ones with the yellow ones. The ones who care and the ones who care not to care. The polarization also causes momentary blindness. Maybe it is not the rest of the apple, but the last bite. The rampant lucid dream running; wild and wet. Its a flurry of lost breath, a flurry of missed heart beats, a flurry of momentary deaths, a flurry of orgasms.