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The Diary of Isabelle Christina
Contributed by
Euphoria
on
Friday, 30th August 2002 @ 06:54:49 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Entry: Rat Dance & Wizards
Time: 4:30Am
Place: A quite town in southern Portugal
Here lie the remnants of merchant minds that created a malicious, vicious circle of wealth, and the corpse of the ruthless capitalist who once watched as the downfall of civilizations occurred before his very eyesthe end of a sham came when someone pulled the curtain on a whore called economy, a vile fallacy created by power famished rulers who had been playing wizard of oz all along
Somehow now at the end I feel exhausted, perhaps this is attributed to the banal practices of wishing incessantly; may the revolution come alive, may my soul break free from the convulsions of loneliness and self sympathymay the drudgery resulting from the endless slavery to a preposterous, ludicrous system of conformance to normality endmay I never have to lend my soul to the devilmay I never have to hypothecate my conscience at 100% margin of my sanity and conduct a legal or equitable mortgage of the very ground I stand onhow I wish to no longer be part of the linethis long line of ardent, watchful, keen facesfor their next turn into destinywith proposals of unfulfilled desires and strategic maps of dubious shortcuts within their mindshow I wish to step out and away form this rat race
If this wish comes truewho will I be; a silent spectator A.K.A the RAT who quit. There are no cats here, just us; perplexed mice scurrying across the face of time, age and lifewe are chased by our own wants transformed into needs. The Media king sits aloof on his mighty pedestal.he plays a merry tune and all dance to the rhythm of their libido.lost between this world and a world that does not exist.a brilliant performance.called the Rat Dance
Someone shot the media king; perhaps it was silence and simplicity it should have been but it wasnt all over the papers yesterdaythe papers were no morethere were no posters and no advertisements. The crowd turned senile.it could not survive outside the media bubble anymoreit needed the vanity, like air to breathe and survive.
I must go now.for I can see that the trance is coming to an end and this euphoria of rebellion and bitterness instigated by the intricate complexities of technology and industrialization is dissipating. The fit of madness is overback to so called realityshall be back some other daysome other time
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Re: The Diary of Isabelle Christina
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by Jackee_line on
Wednesday, 4th December 2002 @ 06:38:00 AM AEST
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a fine write
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