4-9-11 Worcester, Pa

Those agents of oblivion, the ones that flare your nostrils with ferocious air, and fill your heart with pride and dignity. To venture forth into the world, henceforth unencumbered by guilt and avarice so too often hindrances to the human condition, a blessing and shattering of steelbound bonds. A shedding of morality, guilt, and predisposed conditioning represents freedom and strength in human form and thought. Liberation from societal bonds wrought through decades and centuries of cultural privation begets the singular joy of individual jubilation and the adoration of self. Little compares to the preciousness and awareness of self, when compared to the weakness and conformity of the world at large. Woe to you, oh man, who consent to the governance and moral latitude of the masses, for truly are ye led astray by the will and intentions of your brothers. Only through the selfless celebration and sanctification of self are we truly free to recognize the grandeur of ourselves in the world. Our deeds form the coven of holiness to our own judgment of the sanctimonious; our wants and needs congeal the crux of our own collective rights and wrongs. Nothing so strong as the necessity of self and collective self can form the soul determinance of right and wrong for a core group of individuals willing to incur the costs, sow the seeds, and reap the harvests of a labor so human, a toil so necessary for a collective of individuals seeking rational collective determinance.