"Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. ... Free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach."
sweetness follows
the wisdom peeking out
behind rapid eye movements
in moments of weakness.
cold shoulders
mask fear and loathing
of the young and the tamed
in their prime.
another one
of the urban disillusioned
wears perfect fitting puddles of life
in the darkskinned backalleys.
posted by rorschach at
5:59 AM
"Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.... Free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach."
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