Let's build the perfect beast,but first we must be willing to disrobe of
our coformity and stand naked underneath a sea of stars,shimmering in
the dead blue sky.
Shall the beast be driven by esoteric engines that follow form rather
than function? Or must our eyes reaffirm their belief in a beauty that
is seldom seen other than in the cold light of logic?
Be aware that the spirits of apathy and ego are out to destroy our beast,
armed with songs sung in the key of dissension.
The rhythm of their beating wings seductive in it's atonal drone...Hypnotic to the disheveled masses,that yearn for nothing more than freedom.
Peace brotherdoobie
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