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Our emotional state of choice is ecstacy,
Our nourishment of choice is love,
Our addiction of choice is technology,
Our religion of choice is music,
Our currency of choice is knowledge,
Our politics of choice is none,
Our society of choice is utopian, though we know it will never be.
You may hate us, you may dismiss us, you may misunderstand us, you may be unaware of our existence, we are not criminals, we are not disillusioned, we are not drug addicts , we are not naive children, we are one massive global, tribal village, that transcends man-made laws, physical geography, and time itself, we are The Massive, One Massive.
We were first drawn by the sound from far away, the thunderous muffled , echoing beat was comparable to a mothers heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel and electric wiring.
We were drawn back into this womb , and there in the heat, dampness and darkness of it all we came to accept that we are all equal.
Not only to the darkness , and to ourselves, but
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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