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| After all, it's just a foolish game we're playing, trying to step through, get by, get along with all due haste, hastily forgetting, retrieving, fetching and throwing ourselves away... This unending cycle can be funny at times, devastating at others, and frantically repetetive, boring to a T. We all succumb victim, become victims, victimize others in an attempt to make our own life a furtherance of itself. Money becomes the ultimate deciding factor, that unlimited resource that we use to barter for all limited resources... The breakdown is imminent, and in the end, whose side will you be on? The dead, or the lifeless? I can't decide either way, for so many will be gone, unable to depend on themselves for succession through the times without the luxuries and comforts that our unlimited resource provides... Broken promises and broken fools that think they own the world, all become so unimportant in the end. Broken dreams... And when we all can't get along, we laugh and joke about the end like it's no big thing, like we all saw it coming from miles away, and decided nott o do anything about it long before we were even born. We're all gonna die anyway, we cry, we're all gonna cry anyway, we die... | | |
| The lies just keep accumulating, terrifying and neverending, like the pieces of yourself when you can't take your body anymore, dripping and falling down around you like so many snowflakes. Make something up and try to get out of it, original intention is seen. I bet you wished you 'd never told the truth, I bet you wished you'd lied forever, but I forced it out of you like the rapist that I am, like the owner that I am, like the horrible person I am. I wish it could have been different, I miss you, I want you, I love you, I hate this thing, this fight, this day, this feeling, this time, this way, this ever present death that I feel, pain that I feel, guilt that I feel. Nevermind, it doesn't matter, it never matter, I am quiet, I listen, I am patient, I contain, I restrain.
I wish I knew the truth, I wish I knew for sure, I wish I knew something, anything at all that matter, but nothing matters, nevermind. I wish everything, and I wish nothing at all, I wish for nothing. Not nothing for myself, but nothing in general, nothingness, that we would not exist, and we would all be happy. Not happy, but not sad, and that's more than most get breaks as, from, in, nevermind, forget it all happened in the first place. | | |
| When you really think about it, you aren't thinking about it at all. So many other topics with which to bury your senses, all assaulting you to distract from the learning gained from simple concentration, but not so simple. Count as high as you can without forgetting, without being distracted. You deficient attention seeking ingrates are overpopulating the world, welcome to the ranks, welcome to the seige, welcome to the spiral down, falling down, breaking down of the ranks in order, step by step destruction, demolition, floor by floor, boom boom boom, we all fall down... Wait, stop, hold it right there, now go, and run, and hold it right there. Did you really think you could escape it? I know you well, you are a part of me, I know you better that know myself. When did you get so dumb? Sorry, I didn't mean that, I was just a little distracted by the irritation I get when I look into the dull cow eyes of someone who accepts everything and takes the right side when the opportunity is right. I know it all along, they'll say, but I've known you all along. What did you say? Oh right, nothing, you've nothing to say, no where to run, and nobody to to turn to but me. Greetings and farewell. | | |
| Touch the answers, rebound back with twitching digits. scared to approach and justify your retreat. Burning knowledge will hurt you in the end, but it feels so warm, so cold, so indiscriminantly, wondrously wicked when it begins... So what's so wrong about it? Everlasting power, supreme intelligence. Complete, unfettered illusions...
Move back and look again, as if the voice continuously moving means so much more than sensory input, but now you know, now you see that the chemicals are all that tell you anything, chemical necessity that keeps you silent, keeps you ignorant, keeps you from knowing just how you work, but now you know. Isn't it grand? Everything works so wonderfully, everything functions in imperfect synchronisity, imperfect in its perfection, and so confusingly simple... Will you ever want to be ignorant? Doesn't the ignorance feel so much better? Isn't it so much easier? Don't you love it? Don't you want it? | | |
| Get out, we don't want you here. Really? You can't keep me out, and that's a fact. Face the music, trace the lines, face the crowd and look behind, there's no one there, so stop and stare, devoid of care, look around. You're the only one who's lacking here... You're the only one who's dying here... You're the one controlled by fear, you can't break your own egotistical shell. And all for what? All for naught... Let yourself go and fall to the floor, embrace your own destructive lack... Now that you've joined the rest of us, take a peek back up. The only thing you see from those above is the ass, what do you think we thought of you? Where do you think we got the image of you from? Where's your head gone to, you childish figurepiece? Representative of the shit that we scoff and cough at. Sickened at this repetetive abscence of conscious and conscience. What you know is nothing, therefore right and wrong are a basis of your aural interpretations, no thoughts of your own, and vengeance is just another suitable emotion, but you'll never get by using it... Revenge is sweeter to the one whom is being targeted, because they know they've won in the end, but setting you over the edge. Pay them back, and you're left with their debt...
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