Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

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Fight fire with fire with heavenly blaze to the innocent kindling ember of truth
This tiny smoldering symbol of justice is seen to those close as the brightest light
A beacon for lost souls, swimming in bowls, cans, cubes, boxes made of sand
When we realize our skin we push away and make again, a tight canvas of flesh covered in lies and fucked reality imagined through leaking grey matter
Plundered and destroyed, the cities of our minds speak to each other through immobile communication, words indescribable to those we immortalize and hope to amortize in the society of humans, beasts, worms and the greenest leaves of springing earth
Move your foot and step the next, watch but don't walk, walk but don't watch
Choose emptiness over a full mouth chewing blames and tails of harrowing adventures, the body remains a motion and cannot be explained or supported, there's no reason it lacks what we may hope to possess
We'll gain nothing if we try
Lose everything if we begin anew
Brand new - choose what we will eat and listen to what we feel
Pushing harder and longer and smashing the ignorant brains against the most intelligent of minds hly from being fucked by the soldering dicks of society, we can't make it past the scrap metal of our blank past, projected to black futures, that's all we'll get
Let's just be happy
Fuck off
Inside me
Outside

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