We chatted about Authenticity today, the two of us. Of course it wasn’t the only topic we talked about; our conversations Fly from Depth to Delusion to Delirium in in the feverished way spasms occur. Our trains of thought branch out like demented mind-maps. But I am practicing what I preach no?
And think you that I know not of Irony; I wield it as Achilles would a double-edged sword. Think you that I know not of Hypocrisy, she whom is Mother of my inhibitions? But most of all, dare you to think I know not of Authenticity, the truth which is no truth? Irony may be my weapon, Hypocrisy my mother, but Authenticity... Authenticity is my soulmate, star-crossed and ill-destined. So judge me not with your narrow minds and naive thoughts; my own cracked mirror is all the criticism I need.
as much as i hate doing this cos i feel it destroy a certain feel to the post, i must qualify. it's not personal. it's more aesthetic than anything else. and i really do welcome criticism, contrary to what i just wrote... if it's put in a nice way haha. then again, as in all creations, no matter how fantastic or imaginative, there is a morsel of truth, a grain of ourselves that we put into it. that's the hard part: to distinguish between depth, delusion and delirium. it's difficult even for myself sometimes O.o and rmb - "All art is quite useless." =)
Or perhaps... Authenticity encompasses all of these - Depth, Delusion and Delirium - and more~
Name: Foo Guo Zhong Melvyn
Age: 19+
Affiliations: MSHS (Pri), Rosyth, RI, RJC, SFX (LoG)
Bday: 14th Nov
Email: mel_protoss@hotmail.com
We chatted about Authenticity today, the two of us. Of course it wasn’t the only topic we talked about; our conversations Fly from Depth to Delusion to Delirium in in the feverished way spasms occur. Our trains of thought branch out like demented mind-maps. But I am practicing what I preach no?
And think you that I know not of Irony; I wield it as Achilles would a double-edged sword. Think you that I know not of Hypocrisy, she whom is Mother of my inhibitions? But most of all, dare you to think I know not of Authenticity, the truth which is no truth? Irony may be my weapon, Hypocrisy my mother, but Authenticity... Authenticity is my soulmate, star-crossed and ill-destined. So judge me not with your narrow minds and naive thoughts; my own cracked mirror is all the criticism I need.
as much as i hate doing this cos i feel it destroy a certain feel to the post, i must qualify. it's not personal. it's more aesthetic than anything else. and i really do welcome criticism, contrary to what i just wrote... if it's put in a nice way haha. then again, as in all creations, no matter how fantastic or imaginative, there is a morsel of truth, a grain of ourselves that we put into it. that's the hard part: to distinguish between depth, delusion and delirium. it's difficult even for myself sometimes O.o and rmb - "All art is quite useless." =)
Or perhaps... Authenticity encompasses all of these - Depth, Delusion and Delirium - and more~