Wow, what a curious spectacle to watch! so many of them... men in black, running amok/stampede... loud heavy metal music going hand in hand with that crazy frenzy... (and the "NN" shapes in the balustrade echo the NIN logo, ha ha...)
to paraphrase the lyrics from the song Barbaric by BLUR: "Where are they going, darling?"...so many men in black clothing, but at the end they turn out to be just costumes left on the ground/sand... so again: "I am reminded of one of the dreams of Leo Tolstoy. It is a rare dream. It is also unique that it went on repeating continuously almost his whole life. As long as he could remember, the dream was happening. And the dream is very strange. In his dream he sees a vast desert and two gumboots without anybody in them, just the two gumboots without any feet inside them, are walking. They go on walking and they go on walking, and there is no end to this walk. The desert is endless. And he always woke up perspiring, his heart beating louder, gripped* with great fear. Without going to any psychoanalyst, he knew the meaning. He himself was a genius. He knew that this is his life, this is not a dream. It is not even symbolic. It is exactly his life. Where he is going? Wherever he goes he will end into the grave. Who is going he does not know. The gumboots are empty. He is unaware of anybody inside. He is unacquainted of the person who is wearing the gumboots. He is invisible. All that is visible is the gumboots and the desert, and the tedious journey, pointless, meaningless."
I made this song. All on my own. It's beautiful. Me and Michael can both do the Trent Reznor voice. I'm Lucifer/God/Satan. And The Beast, and Antichrist, and many others. 666, I win. Always. I'm the first, the only, and the last, God and god.
Narcissistic craziness!
Perfect song
Stay safe everyone that’s free. They are everywhere
Wow, what a curious spectacle to watch! so many of them... men in black, running amok/stampede...
loud heavy metal music going hand in hand with that crazy frenzy...
(and the "NN" shapes in the balustrade echo the NIN logo, ha ha...)
to paraphrase the lyrics from the song Barbaric by BLUR:
"Where are they going, darling?"...so many men in black clothing, but at the end they turn out to be just costumes left on the ground/sand...
so again: "I am reminded of one of the dreams of Leo Tolstoy. It is a rare dream. It is also unique that it went on repeating continuously almost his whole life. As long as he could remember, the dream was happening. And the dream is very strange.
In his dream he sees a vast desert and two gumboots without anybody in them, just the two gumboots without any feet inside them, are walking. They go on walking and they go on walking, and there is no end to this walk. The desert is endless. And he always woke up perspiring, his heart beating louder, gripped* with great fear.
Without going to any psychoanalyst, he knew the meaning. He himself was a genius. He knew that this is his life, this is not a dream. It is not even symbolic. It is exactly his life. Where he is going? Wherever he goes he will end into the grave. Who is going he does not know. The gumboots are empty.
He is unaware of anybody inside. He is unacquainted of the person who is wearing the gumboots. He is invisible. All that is visible is the gumboots and the desert, and the tedious journey, pointless, meaningless."
I made this song. All on my own. It's beautiful. Me and Michael can both do the Trent Reznor voice. I'm Lucifer/God/Satan. And The Beast, and Antichrist, and many others. 666, I win. Always. I'm the first, the only, and the last, God and god.
If you should happen to know God's real first name, call God by it. See what happens.
"Ha."
I am Legion, for I am many. I am All.