--I'd rather smell flowers in fall
than spring buds in bloom.
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having shook hands with someone greater than I in the 'simulation'
means to me
the torch burns brighter in grip other than
my own-
a comfort in my own replaceability.
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If we do it to ourselves
then whom of minority-thought will change popular thought?
C'mon
apply some reason.
If we're to kill off ourselves,
there's no one to stop it except majority...
(finish the story for me).
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Manipulator, cast those coy veils,
Take when offered,
humbly- teeth clenched behind thankful mouths in excitation after a successful pull-off of another ruse.
You don't fool me.
Parade around some more for sympathy.
The way your fingers work,
Many have had that massage before.
Play off allegations as the MHD of others.
Oh so sly.
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There are no roots in data streams,
but still,
somehow,
digital trees of ill-knowledge seep and sow,
strangle and stifle,
into coded soil,
finding a way to grow.
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'It's just a movie'
Something I had to keep telling myself in order to process the most terrifying things which I saw depicted,
when I was young. An inuration initiation conducive to a toughness of skin and mind towards the horror of darker sides of existence. Of which there were. Of which I was sheltered from because of an older generation's inability to expose themselves to The Truth of humanity's two-sided coin.
'Art imitates Life'
Another adage I had to consider for separation of irreality from the actual and tactile and close by.
Nowadays, with all that's pumped out through mute-audience reliant legacy-media and big budget box office draws,
I can't help but notice that the lines have blurred and 'Life imitates Art' is indeed a well discoursed source of societal projection and suspicion.
I can't just tell myself 'it's just a movie' anymore. That assuages no fear. Provides no solace. Softens no temperament pushed close to breaking in those of weak constitutions in need of a saviour- of answers- of guidance.
Wouldn't it be nice if we could all be just like you?
#jokesonwho?
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Digging into information
as ancestors once did
the dirt:
our slang
for the activity of blame.
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If it's said it doesn't,
it does.
Reverse psychological tactic
bullshit.
Ain't no such thing
as unfettered honesty.
It's always at least a little bit adjusted for circumstantial purpose.
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One thousand faces
in every day
some turn out to be the same.
There are places
with far fewer
where a greater plane still thrashes plausible
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I see
My grandmother's eyes
staring at me
from a time
she couldn't've fathomed this future.
Did she know she was
a hand in siring me
then?
Thought knot.
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Either we're going to shatter the cycle, or get ultimately swept up by it.
No other ways about it.
Only two.
As it has been; multiplied over and over and over...again.
#hereiam:repeater(hatingmyselfforbeingso) #loaded
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A friend posed a great question to me I wouldn't answer the same for everyone...#apocryphalepiphany?
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I buy trinkets of small-market value because I can't sanely back that my subjective future prophecy will be real, and that all this obscure shit will not, definitely, hold, or grow, worth, in days hopefully not so worthless. #economyinapoeticpainting
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Hypocrisy and double standards :
No consistency in behaviour
for those to whom it suits.
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