Monday, 11 April 2011

The Return of Neon-lit Vigor

Bright lights, fast cars, shooting stars. So it goes. And another weekend whisks by, rocketing through my wallet and my sense of reality. Surreality.

Neon-lit vigor is that calling, craving, crafty creeping that ensnares us at the slightest sniff of hedonistic impatience.

It's a long, languid, lithe, blithe, terrible, fanatical, frantic phantom that promises the moon and delivers only to those with ample appetite and attacking spirit.

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