Serious and the Delirious
Oh the bloody hangover.
Beauty fed on the serious delirious as the only way to find freedom.
All things every moment pushing up against the life death thing, having to be somebody, and everyday counting towards it.
Love a raucous harbinger of truth and heartbreak.
Oh the bloody hangover.
Sense of humor, occurring backwards, as a rush of the absurd, or a questioning after its negative.
Especially “subvicious” at moments of sheer glorious astonishment. Clean up. Get pretty, one day.
Absurd creatures of my heart, love to to mock it -
Cartoons filled with violence, presenting every good and evil as a wretched stupid cartoon.
That transcends “the basics” as a constant misdoer, desire overcome by horror, grief, love, stupidity, etc.
The quixotic turned into a cosmic thing. Cervantes humor ascending to a star.
Beauty wildly born out of the absurd — Madness giving it a place to persist.
Madness, as a sorrow, that visits systemically with the tragic and settles per variance on the absurd, as a laughing at truth -
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