dis[re] 030

Did you say something?
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I thought for a moment my mind was inventing it.
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Something unimportant like “I love you,” though it was hardly a whisper.
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I don’t want to be here.
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I want to live my life in such a way that each moment expressed is a connection to the source.
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I am controlled by the lust to be manipulated by no one but one person, and the one person I want to be manipulated by, alas, is never here.
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It doesn’t matter.
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I’m simply…
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A scientist, reporting on reality…
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I hallucinate, but let reality interfere…
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Reality feeds my hallucination…
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That’s the function of reality…
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I observe everything self-evolved…
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Life, death, everything in between…
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Trying to be, again, rebuked…
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But life had better things to do than to rebuke the rebukee.
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In the final analysis…
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Something. Wiped out.

~ by ephemerror on Thursday, March 6, 2008.