Study for my final tomorrow? No thanks, too busy watching SOTC tribute videos.
All I desire for my birthday is a drawing of me and Karl Marx awkwardly rollerskating together. I dreamt of this once and the musing image burns my tongue and leaves the taste of honey in my mouth each night. The colorless silence, as it were taken from Vertov himself, meshes with Karl’s thin bare legs while they creep from his short shorts. His beard flows in the wind as if he were leading a viking army to victory on skates. Our faces stare ahead, unmoved, emotionless, but our fingers lightly touch. There’s an unapparent warmth in our hands that only those who have tasted the torment of passion and the affliction of reverence can detect. Our expressions are somber but hold back the frenzied chaos that accompanies the nature of humanness. Don’t forget his shorts.
Accept my apology for the raging with this take on the Tower of Babel. For those who were unsure, I was being angsty and sarcastic there.
(Source: proustitute)
