Success is not the measure of man, but a triumph over those who choose to hold him back. - Bill Cilnton

Imago

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A primitive aspect of life: a mouth with digestive system attached, a pupa wherein, extra parts evolve until, exceeding all constraint-- erupts forth a voracious creature--- one with wings whose only purpose is to eat and breed. A whole new evolutionary state to parody the old embodiment of judgement days compounded by the few. And that perhaps the patient meek, who'd like their turn to wave a sword of righteousness at specious mists of vested interests: aren't human beings after all; but creatures-- without human values or constraint, just waiting for our universe to self- destruct in its own inequality.



© Pierre
2018-01-12

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