Thinking with an Empty Brain

The blue dawn overcomes the
nightscape. The flames decompose
One. More. Time. If everyone
could write me a sentence, I
could trace it back to you. It’s
your identity. Let it annihilate you…

The bombs explode over the
quiescent city, but only the
wise understand the value of
One. Great. Show. Panic
and purity remain the same as
the alphabet retains the
different knowledges of great
thinkers and scientists.
Thinkers dream. Scientists develop.
But don’t worry, both are the
same. Like you and me. Unity.

One flag burns in the setting sunset
christening the pearl colored beaches
as its brother hangs against the
destruction of civilizations. Tell me
which is worse, but don’t respond to
me. You don’t know, and I don’t care.
I take to the shower to answer everything.
Each droplet gives an idea to complete
the process. Every radio commercial
feeds the twenty years of education
I’ve taken. I’m only 19. I’ll die when
new things are discovered. People
will laugh at our ideologies. So why
bother? Because history provides
not knowledge, but entertainment.

The nightscape screams at the
hollow dusk. An echo kidding
to their immorality. An echo
rendering and kissing their
departures, and after all
this time, it’s still morning.

Wow.
That's so beautiful!

That was really different, and really great. I loved it. Adore the way it's written.

Wow.... that was so so awsome.
I swear I love that.

I'm glad you all liked it...

I was worried it was just a bit too off... I wrote it when I was about ready to fall asleep because of the Nyquil I had taken.

I always write really strange things when I'm on Nyquil... I also generally have really strange dreams...

But that's a different story.

At first I thought this was a thinking thread.
=D

I like it though.