Who are you?

[MagnusInteritus]

Thus the fool was challenged from the faceless man-
"Choose a name, any name: it will be you today."

The shock, however, was this mask, a name - the posited identity - was an illusion,

The man himself was not there tomorrow.

The epoch was another variable of the machinations to a humanity whereby a priori causality
defined individualised destiny. The desperation, and vanity, of an ego validating value unto the existential vacuum in which all is moot: a vapid facade of deceit in the carousal of denial.

The facetious philosophy was all a mockery of depth itself, a satirical theatre of the participants as an allusion to the doom in choice - every rhetorical flourish, each profound subject and all captivating sentiments.

 

[MagnusInteritus]

It was so.

 

[Minuend]

Is that so? Then how about the ego of the questioner?

 

[Siouxsie]

Is that so? Then how about the ego of the questioner?

It´s there, it´s an illusion as well.

Thus the fool was challenged from the faceless man-
"Choose a name, any name: it will be you today."

The shock, however, was this mask, a name - the posited identity - was an illusion,

The man himself was not there tomorrow.

The epoch was another variable of the machinations to a humanity whereby a priori causality
defined individualised destiny. The desperation, and vanity, of an ego validating value unto the existential vacuum in which all is moot: a vapid facade of deceit in the carousal of denial.

The facetious philosophy was all a mockery of depth itself, a satirical theatre of the participants as an allusion to the doom in choice - every rhetorical flourish, each profound subject and all captivating sentiments.

where is this from?

 

[MagnusInteritus]

Is that so? Then how about the ego of the questioner?

It´s there, it´s an illusion as well.

Thus the fool was challenged from the faceless man-
"Choose a name, any name: it will be you today."

The shock, however, was this mask, a name - the posited identity - was an illusion,

The man himself was not there tomorrow.

The epoch was another variable of the machinations to a humanity whereby a priori causality
defined individualised destiny. The desperation, and vanity, of an ego validating value unto the existential vacuum in which all is moot: a vapid facade of deceit in the carousal of denial.

The facetious philosophy was all a mockery of depth itself, a satirical theatre of the participants as an allusion to the doom in choice - every rhetorical flourish, each profound subject and all captivating sentiments.

where is this from?

The truth at the time, but is there a truth when the time is nothing?

 

[ZenRaiden]

I am a giantic dick and ball sack with bipedal transport and radar used to locate vaginas.