A soul devoid of poetry, no simple rhyme to please the readers' eyes. Yet the words I so choose are conducted in a methodic, melodic manner. Only such talents retained by a preacher; but my choir is vast, vocal, vivacious, and vigilant against the virulent, volatile visage worn by the jailors of originality, art, and ingenuity.
So today, I say stand up! Escape the tantalizing, gold-plated box of a jail that we live in. Buy, barter, and bargain with the currency of creativity. Step outside into the richness of a rainstorm. Find music in the thunder, and art in the lightning. Release yourself, your shackles of society. Find that which is truly real. Trade an orgasm for an ocean tide. Trade beer for a beach. For the greatest art in the modern world is the real world for what it is.
Sit and admire this great art. Look out the windows towards the moutains, towards the moon, towards the mood that inspires originality, art, and ingenuity, the only key to the restraints keeping us inside the tantalizing, gold-plated box that soothes and comforts us. I urge you today, rid yourself of that. Endure the discomfort of originality, and encounter the road less traveled, and you will be of the innovators of imagination.
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