Team: ANNON
Contributors: Dieter, Bollmann(sp?), Emma, Christo, Chris, Adam
mesmerized by the sheer variety of illusions,
beings wander endlessly astray in lifes viscious circle,
driven by the bizarre tyranny of their own EGOS.
the soju drunken train-goes got off at Gopu
lurched into Lotteria and ordered a bulgogi
And decided Korean cuisine was extremely tasty
Soon, painting came to mind. Not landscapers, nor still lives, nor
abstracts, nor rainbows, nor falling leaves, nor animals or living things.
Nothing, it seems, and yet everything exists in dreams.
but what is a dream? What is reality? And what
is there between? Perfection seems good but it
is also awful - for perfection extends to vices
as well as virtues.
Very oft, not wanted. Thrown to the side, pushed down.
Lost hopes and ambitions, common in reminiscence not in reality
That is the true live of those undesired. People giveh their breath
without the ability to capitalize upon it; forgotten.
But memory is a strange entitiy, it encircles me,
like a mosquito in my room reminding its still there.
It will remain there until I deal with it.