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Magic confusions for a particular thought.

From Friday, April 5th, 2002, so about 2468 days ago, [Popularity: 1%]

[ a ] the below-par, systemic failure factor
gripped by an urge to wander the streets for indeterminant lengths of time, hiro blanks his eyes towards blame upon a lack of both culture and so-called counterculture

[ b ] the life as a random drip factor
falling through the cracks of an aging metaphor, hiro traces his existence thru a bubble of thoughts reflecting the world inside a sphere of ideologies

[ c ] the acting for pleasure factor
ripping imagined realities into formed pronunciations and directed ducts of scene, hiro pounces upon ideoplasts from imagined states of being draped over artificial stages

[ d ] the digital mayhem, technology driven factor
typing chars of culture towards prefabricated nuances and rigid templates, hiro unthreads a network of intricately sewn webs, dotting eyes and crossing tees of fonted uniformity

[ e ] the watery catapult pirate factor
trolling the ocean depths of a harbour playground, hiro recovers an artifact of lost counterculture, reclaiming, reorganizing, and ultimately shifting the tides of commericality

inspiration

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