January 18, 2011 at 14:45 (Uncategorized) ()


the tippingpointz have arrived without the usual hollywood fanfare in a non-descript little black backpack left in a high traffic killzone somewhere in the perpetual feardom of your mind. no one seems to take notice as the digital timepiece exercises the existential countdown too the last remains of what was and what SHOULD have been. caught up in the machinery and the surreal pursuit of happiness it was business as usual until someone/something had the audacity to disturb the unnatural flow with the burden of consequence/consciousness.


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