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« στις: 11/11/07, 01:10 »
xm den kserw an grafontai stixoi sta agglika, an oxi mallon eimai ektos 8ematos :)kapoioi stixoi apo tous peiramatismous tis bandas mou.
N
Ever and never are relative senses.Furthermore there’s only n that makes the difference.Is this able to dissociate infinity from nothingness?Relativity is a chronic disease, an everlasting edema.It defines the existence, it compares, it weaves meanings.It weaves nets of attitudes, nets of conflicts and nets of feelings.
Conjugation is a necessary evil. It brings dependence on your rival, it’s a curse. Your est covered by your dual nature, a divided personality. To fight with your rival is a travesty. To fight a war that you‘ll never win or loose is madness, an obsession. You are doomed to failure.
N is not only a letter. It’s two opposite lines and a coupling between them. A line between good and evil, hot and cold, guilty and innocent, ever and never. This line is as thin as life in comparison with infinity. This line is crimson, and colors your life. It reminds you moments of your past, oscillating in time.
Your creator programmed you in an incessant route defining n. Defining n over endless nights, drinks, broken promises, over compromising and promising. It’s a cheap ticket to wholeness, an ersatz elevation of the entity.
You spend your lifetime like a drop of water in the sand, numbing by knowledge and meanings. Creeping with the weight of ignorance in your shoulders, you taste apples in the dark. Your conjugate will always be one step above you, and you have to follow. So, after all, won’t you tired to concern with a f**k**g letter?