sell-out... who's buying?

The wafts of 'reason' which have carried me thus far dissipate with each glimmer of a prospect of having a stab at being on the way to conventional success. When did a stone supplant my heart and pulp, my mind? Or did the subconscious pre-meditate it all? So crushingly un-extraordinary to be simultaneously aroused by hollow praise and unmoved by harrowing inhumanity. Yet another case of over-estimated magnanimity.

[22.52 Fri 15-Apr-2005]