Burnt Ovens

It's not personal...it's business

What a shocking taste of the future. Incompetency dooms humanity to eternal servitude under the mindless gods of Waste and Stupidity. If only Utopia existed, Utopia, where all work for all and all live for all; and people do not eat but to feed their brothers; and people do not drink but to quench the thirst of their sisters. Ah, but humanity, dear humanity, Utopia will never exist for you because of your avarice and your pride and your idiocy.

posted by Sofie @ 9:33 PM Comments: 0

9.25

a hiatus. and then, the return. The act of devouring beautiful writing so akin to astroprojection--the disbelief, the shock, the amazement. Hearing the words flow, so well oiled, as if the page, the pen were not the enemies so many claim them to be. And I wish, oh I wish too often for too much, I know, but I wish a muse would sing for me.

posted by Sofie @ 10:50 PM Comments: 0