the myth gone...John Doe says throw all my memories in the dirt...or was that Dyaln?...I forget whose myth is was...it doesn't matter...the myth gone but a new one grows on the relics and debris of the old one whcih was predicated on expression....as far as I am concerned, my expression is greater than ever..it's just that it doesn't correspond to the youthful expectations other had of our myth...around me fractured people...broken, decayed...or sold out...nasty breeders in a nasty game...and the hipsters down in brooklyn play their games and the vegans drift off into thoughts of purity...
I cast my camera out in the direction of the woods to capture an amazing sunset reflecting against the snow...the orange seemed to me so pure...
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