the open spaces of your lifeyet you still revert to your old ways. you understand life is beautiful, that you are very lucky, that things are quite simply divine. YET theres still something that alludes to more. some untouched aspect of yourself waiting to be freed. some energy so great that that object really would levitate... flying in your dreams wouldn't be accompanied by anxiety of falling...
the melody! the harmonies! the bass that trebbles your walls into surround sound speakers. this is how we like to be? does it really matter?
where can the border between ambitious self discipline and ease of mental movement be drawn? do we even need a border - if they could coexist, how would it feel? how would it look?
how can we reconcile bill hicks with confucius? richard branson with dylan moran?
as long as we believe we can...
You should stop by
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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Ohm nom nom!
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~Too stupid to quit
Too mean to die
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and then.. get this... the robot says to the lady.. 'I love you'... i know!?
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"I want you to know clearly That I wouldn't trade my misery for your servitude."
Prometeu
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