the death of subjectivity... there's nothing to it,
once upon a time,
in the background - there would emerge
a... coliseum...
it would be of rank: something... unthinkable...
people we stunned by it...
they awed... they stood rooted and awed...
mouths agape like some curious
crows looking up...
waiting for squadron of pigeons to shit
......
the death of subjectivity... there's nothing to it,
once upon a time,
in the background - there would emerge
a... coliseum...
it would be of rank: something... unthinkable...
people we stunned by it...
they awed... they stood rooted and awed...
mouths agape like some curious
crows looking up...
waiting for squadron of pigeons to shit
......