The New Wave

A place where one can chill. A place where one can find new music, a light in the midst of all that's black and white. A blank space, until there's a song among the air waves; a colorful way to become mystified. Sorcery without stress...a walk among the valleys of stillness; a new perspective. A fairy flew in and out of Earth, and was never seen again. Not in this world, of course. No one was there to see the fairy. It manifested quickly into a wisp of air. Wonder resides among those who dream. Another reason; another wish; another ride to the land of Kentucky; another idea, about a story from Holland. An ice cream, with pineapple, passion fruit, and pomegranate. A call from a random person from Bulgaria. "This is me." A fresh new look on things, and don't despair; a talk with the goddess of wisdom; a conversation with the man in charge of Macedonia...A random thought process developed in America, and discovered in space. A new beginning, and a new group of paradigms. A paradox to be discovered. Sporadicity to be chaos; a new take on the meaning of philosophy. A philosophical theory on newly formed class. A class tha. Another word for the words that got spilled, from the blogger who spilled another cup of joe. A cup of soda, spilled throughout the realm of uncertainty. Another particle, cruising the void of reality... something to think about. a wind from the west