Absurd Chaos

what is the truth. The revelation  the Illumination,  How can it be found, where, when and why.  Through the sky in springtime  flowers rise to greet the sun. Sits a girl  on a hill smiling ablaze  with sun fire fire sun. The illumination is the sun even in the moon is the sun.  Sun is dead and vividly  alive. Manifestoes of the sun, it's here has always  been  near, the sun burns an ode to fire the sun kisses  an ode to love the sun rises  an ode to tree the sun sets an ode to death.

All hail the new drug!  It's going to make an artist out of you! All hail the new drug!  You're going to feel brand new!  All hail the new drug!  You'll finally be able to paint generic  remakes of Van Gogh and Frida Kahlo!  You'll feel alive ‘cause you're just so dead inside Aren't you?!  Your aches and pains and frustrations  Come from a very deep place in your traumatised  Nonexistent existentialist soul.  You're so liberal, political, inspirational, nihilist and existential. A product of filtered words and ideas. Filtered images and slow paced films. Non filtered music. And the same old paintings.  You're a star. You're a whore. You're a saint. You're a pig. You are everything. But still nothing. So relatable. So real. A carbon copy of a jaded idea.  All hail the new drug!  Maybe this one will really kill you!  But we all hail the drug,  The old, the banned ...