Wednesday, April 14, 2010


There are fleeting moments that transform into a grotesque bubble tarnished with time. The vague itinerary of society swarms close, singeing the anonymous artist's pen with transparent blood. In the alley, the mask writhes under trampling feet that trespass on its solitude, and the epitome of falsehood lures thought towards common accepted norms uttered by malevolent justice - the equation of enforced exile being compared to a verdict of guilt.

The voyage of time within confines of justice refrains from revealing its definition.

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