the beginning of an age

we are the true mob, the masses: on us, intelligence is wasted; throw it to the dogs! for ignorance is truly bliss, and oh, we are blissful, joyful, ignorance incarnate in all shapes and forms. colour, texture, emotion; we feed from these, galvanize them in memory and shed our skins, respawned and whirling, furthered, spinning farther and farther away from the old and linking hands to create love that is neither new nor pure, that satisfies us all... we are uninhibited, unimpeded, free: able to unite our limitless minds, to mesh ourselves into a single, unified, glorious ignorant dream --

we are what the world has come to.

we are the new beauty.