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Dumb

Looking out for ourselves,
forget everyone and everything else doesn't flourish in our methods,
we're hurting the one thing we most cherish.
We forget or deny every turn for the worse in the universe,
is a worse turn for us.

Instant Karma.

I lie awake dreaming,
knowing that even though I like to differentiate with my brothers and sisters,
we are all lost.

We work hard to pretend we don't have to be.
We repeat this same tired phrase,
say this is like this,
so you should buy my special thang,
or do what I want you too,
send me some money.

Fucking stupid and utterly insane.

We do not dwell on the madness.

We stick our knife,
OUR knife,
in the cash cow and we carve away because it is easy.

We slice away ourselves,
to please a little version of itself.

We are so stupid.
because it is so easy to be.

Sociophilosophy

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  • myrataal silver member
    December 30, 2008
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    Ah I am glad you allow some to differ ...

    and yes I do. I believe in the brilliance of all stars. Even though their light is posthume -- nach dem Tode.

    I guess our true light will also shimmer AFTER DEATH.

    May 2009 bring you many genius moments in this dumb world.

    Love
    Myra


    • neurosine gold member
      December 30, 2008
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      It's not as if I could stop them, but I would prefer not to. Y'know, I have nothing to learn from someone who agrees with me completely.
      Happy new year. For me I can only imagine it will be better than the last.


  • neurosine gold member
    December 29, 2008
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    just so you know the too is intentional, as is the ambiguity it insinuates into the piece.

  • Suzanne Dia
    December 29, 2008
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    I found my soul in the bottom of a coin purse.