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Can a philosophy borne out from tragedy, live to embrace its fair share of success? We are embarking from impossibility. Give us a cheer, never fear happiness! While superficially we're blessed with comedy, this is our antidote served with a grin. Surreal intensity isn't a farce, you see. Kiss the Guy Fawkes mask I'm wearing again. Bucking unfairness and loving our squareness, here we slowly dance to a most somber tune (nonetheless beautiful). Doggedly dutifully freedom wrings; it's been wrung, wrack and ruin. We would reanimate what made this country great, by Rumpelstiltskin-esque straw spun to gold! Yes it's implausible but this is all we can try -- to fulfill the false hopes we've been sold. From undergound where the seeds may be found, it is now that some lustful eruptions incite HOPEFULNESS that our entire generation might plow through all chaos corruption and fright. We might retreat from the brink of this abyss and claim what the fates would restore to our hand, to build our future so solid that none can defame New American Dreams for this land. |