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.