there is a fair in paris and the world will be there. we will share our visions of a new age and we will marvel at the newest creations that man has brought to this earth, in all their premature glory, and in man's own imperfect image. striding ahead of our clocks to the future we will mould and shape that which we have not yet even created. we will create to edit to tear apart and to revolutionize.
there is a new city upon the horizon and we are building it from the ashes and twigs of our past, we are building it up past what we ever dreamed we could reach. we are building a pathway, and it's leading us to heaven.
and it's leading us straight down to hell.
luck is useful but then it can be debilitating too. we shouldn't wait for luck to fall in to our lives, because luck is fickle and fleeting and subjective. anything can be lucky....