the efflorescence of humanity converges into a pernicious downward spiral of determined insanity in united mess. mess mess. mess of such magnificent pulchritude that the seas of nature and doubt were cast aside to mould her bewildering lush of artificial, artifice and artefact. such chaos in beauty.

the melding, the intertwining. all concentrated in a singular point where the energies thereof pulls magnetically the straggling no-knowers into her orifice of bright lust, colorful deceit and beautiful delirium. the hodgepodge of polar opposites. the proverbial melting pot of mankind. the chaos of beauty.

oh you. oh you.

they have wrote of you. they have filmed you. you line the consciousness of your musicians and their music. you trace your finger of refinement on your poet's poetry. everyone wants a piece of you. everyone wants to be a part of you. all can see you; growing, choking, enveloping ... breathing. you chaotic beauty.

oh how the world knows of your inherently ambiguous charm! oh how can anyone understand your malicious streets and avenues of intrigue! you know not how your bittersweet grasp on the lives of those who live in you. you know not of your chaotic beauty.

i do. i do.