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Blue Mondays

Everybody, Everybody, Everybody, Everybody!

Open your eyes, minds and mind's eyes to this multi-faceted amalgamation Divine has intertwined...

Power to You.

Vivere

In this lighting where my expression is constrained to the confines of the physical realm, must I respect the space I exist within and allow the angles to shape me?

Mori

More than a fragment of my self but a reflection of yours,

Weaving a web of words with whirlwinds of wisdom.

Frothing from fruition and fueled by FEAR.,

Individuality urged by agency further relinquishes deniability.

You are as I am,

F*ck the man, its about the bigger picture!

‘Cuz... to sing about me, is to reimagine the art of peer pressure.

Learn

This system is intended for collective gain. This is a safe place to feel, learn, observe and behold fruits of creativity.

Be Inspired

In the name of the game, I shall share my love for the Gamble.

So remember every moment always has the potential to

See [Things] Differently,

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Deflection

[DESERT BONFIRE, OVEREXPOSED DAY 2]

“I’ve only witnessed the money I take for the shots they celebrate. The insecurity I’ve woven into a seamless workflow has only accentuated these anxiously attached cufflinks. Perhaps, Narcissus too fell in love with the shape of the reflection rather than the essence of his soul.”

The Tip of Misalignment

[EXT.GUNSHIP ROOF, OVERCAST DAY 1]

“Day after day, you’ve been chased by the horrors of unbelonging in an undeserving world, while night after night you are haunted by a reality of wasted potential. This insurrection of insights you envision, will remain insecure until YOU open those eyes to the prospects of possibility.”

“Lost in the approach, I am consumed and conceptualized by ideology. I hear shrieks of expression resonate within this chamber but I can’t recognize the shape of my own soul. This institution of individuality wreaks of the stench of conformity I never committed to.”

Epitome of Epiphany

[RURAL RANCH, GUSTY AFTERNOON 3]

“Littered with dimension and geometry, why must you embrace such beauty with such a punitive gaze? This perception of “clarity” you seek, has been lost in the mundane marathon you’ve preoccupied yourself with. Let the grief of every fleeing moment wash over you and take its own form."

Rest, for compliance may serve as a mere facade of compromise.