The extreme far insane lunatic Left/Right end of the political spectrum
is not what will be discussed in this article. Yes, this is clickbait. Sue me.
Given the fact that I have successfully drawn your attention to this article with such an inflammatory topic of the times as its title, how about I serenade you with some blatantly incoherent written surrealism? 'Anything to escape this manic sociopolitical landscape, am I right?
Diffused areas of light being excavated within the confines of a Columbine flower, despite its appearance far beyond its native realm of a cauliflower, would prevail only under the strictest psychological conditions with the accompaniment of a dialysis filter. Such a predicament can only arise with the onset of a backbreaking condition made flesh (it's fresh), and the only way to deter its handsome gaze is to relinquish your abilities to reason with a pebble that vaguely resembles a black hole.
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I suppose the thoughts still linger, don't they? I mean, its prescience, its prevalence alone can leave such an indelible mark on your demented psyche. Nay, the throes of such an attempt to deter it can eviscerate the workings of mankind itself, but alas! there are fools who have the insolent audacity to confront it as if it were a school bully. What's maddening is this thing's tangibility; it manifests itself everywhere, baring its teeth in the greatest and the worst aspects of existence itself. Such a premise can make this dreaded force be a neutral force, and the travesty of such a supposition is that, if it weren't for the erratic twists and turns it took throughout its existence, that supposition would be true.
Kill it. Spare humanity from the nebulous realms of hatred and animosity it embodies.
This keyboard can be described as being a bit stale, so to speak, and it doesn't help that the printer on the other side of the room across from me has been running incessantly since I got here. All these talks about the anxieties of youth as they prepare themselves for higher education can be every bit as doleful as they are vexatious, but it all just happens within the general vicinity of a brownie in a Ziplock bag and a sun devil. I'm pretty sure that even the silhouette of a long-forgotten Mandela would not ease them out of their sordid state of mind. Then there're the laughers over in the reception area. There are no social occasions planned for today, yet there they are - mindless, egregious, superficial. It doesn't help that it fosters my ardent cynicism, but here I am nonetheless, seething and nonchalantly lamenting about my surroundings in a damned cubicle. This chair feels like it's eight years old or something, I swear.
Is my life going to be reduced to papers, folders, files, and stiff people? My canteen can't provide me with the consolation I continually yearn for, but the fantasies of autonomy that send a minuscule boost of dopamine to my brain are just far too beyond my reach.
My eyes hurt. I ought to eat breakfast, but my willpower to care has been diminished.