"Creativism" - Joseph Bourdilon
A master speech designed t o stir the creative ship of state. Code number - 16.7.2016 As i dance willy-nilly in the music of mysticism; the cranium of socialism and the compendium of sociopsychological realism. I see a butterfly on the streets to asylium. I see the walls of Jerico falling. I see the sons of the philistines in Ashkelon. I have judged life fairly to be a race, but everybody can't be running. We grew with the dogmatism and delusion that our destiny was tomorrow; they called us "leaders of tomorrow", so i was afraid of impatience, and then i became a prisoner of this assumption. They weren't wrong but tomorrow never came; instead we created it. The human race, the extraordinary league of homosapiens. We have lived ages in the illusion that education and schoolism has wrought in our minds. I am not William Shakespeare but i am willing to shake this sphere; the psych-inactive sphere of my world. There wouldn't have been any Nelson Mandela wi