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Destroy Something Beautiful
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В процессе, впервые опубликовано нояб. 19, 2015
Let's create something beautiful and destroy it. But first what the beauty and how are we going to destroy it? Well...The world. That's beautiful. From an astronaut's view, Right? But from where we stand it's pretty fucked up. We destroyed it. In so many ways but there's always beautiful people that try to make it pretty again....I know this one boy...His art is so beautiful. So he tags things. His graffiti is just beautiful, he doesn't think it is but it's perfect just like him. He doesn't see that, He think he's destroyed but he is the beauty. There's so many little simple things in this world that are beautiful but they either get destroyed or destroy things.... why would you want to. Every one is destroyed in the end. The beautiful destroy things and the destroyed make beautiful things.  What happened to this world? Why can't we see the beauty now a day? Where did it all go? There's so many question one could ask...But they don't. But i want to know, Honestly. Now a days i don't see any beauty. But when i'm with the one graffiti guy everything's beautiful. Why is that...? But what has happened...When we were kids everything was Okay, everything was all fun and games, we weren't so emotional. There's so many more things i could say but i'm not going to. I just wanna know one thing...Why, Why did this all happen?
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