The realm of my feasibility struggled itself for a stationed equilibrium
of responsibility and existential credos. The inconsistency of romance
often withdrew
into her absence of silence. Pastness of the present and presentness of
the past along with the absurdity of the future, but the certainty of
death made things more vivid, though with a thin frame of perplexities.
The universalized-self triumphed over the perceived meanings and
languages of humanity. Time was captured within the gargantuan vacuum of
absolute nothingness. Sound was trapped, light was trapped, and
momentum of the entire vicious cycle was trapped within that monstrous
non being of nothingness. Theoretician of mine demanded the theoretical
frameworks and critical edges of every existing being and non being, the
imagination weaved a web of beauty and absurdity of that chaos and
serenity that originated from the absolute nothingness and caused it.The realm of my feasibility struggled itself for a stationed equilibrium
of responsibility and existential credos. The inconsistency of romance
often withdrew
into her absence of silence. Pastness of the present and presentness of
the past along with the absurdity of the future, but the certainty of
death made things more vivid, though with a thin frame of perplexities.
The universalized-self triumphed over the perceived meanings and
languages of humanity. Time was captured within the gargantuan vacuum of
absolute nothingness. Sound was trapped, light was trapped, and
momentum of the entire vicious cycle was trapped within that monstrous
non being of nothingness. Theoretician of mine demanded the theoretical
frameworks and critical edges of every existing being and non being, the
imagination weaved a web of beauty and absurdity of that chaos and
serenity that originated from the absolute nothingness and caused it.
what the fuck did i write?
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