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I knew that if I awoke again, ALL of the meager rights that I clung to in life would be forfit. I understood the sheer simplicity in its design. Man meets woman. Man and woman share an intimate moment together. Man finds himself in captivity. the Rule of Law states that a chance encounter is not a casual meeting, and an intimate moment is based upon proximity and activity, Not carnal knowledge or a mutual connection. Captivity is a magical and sensual place where you cannot esacpe on your own accord.
Again with Feeling....
Locked inside a place without a view for an undetermined period of time, with basic necessity and comfort stripped away. Now we are the purported dregs of society, the leftovers, the unwated. Nothing but 4 walls, a locked door reeking asbestos laiden floor. The mind has to find a semblance of logic and rational. Although it's the illusion of which that attempts to control the experience, everything is timed, measured, quantified, and subsequently scrutenized. We as society qualitatively assess value of the physical and not the notion that fuels the machine turning the cogwheels.
The attitude of those outside is that of planned ignoring. Acknowledgement is negated, Eye contact shunned upon and refrained from. We are no longer human. We are not even an animal. We a re loosened bolts several turns away from falling out. Regularly receiving an extra stroke just to keep us from losing all basic purpose and function. We are invisible to all elements that can set us free. Opaque to the entirty which we find ourselves abhorring, as it surrounds and follows, which gives way to increasing resistance. Incoherent statements, Irrational questions, inconsistent ramblings, and noise, invade every orrifice.
Our characterization is that of infants with all the nurturing that neglect provides. We are the lesser version perhaps, of an animal in which the owner fakes the throw of a toy in increasing jubilation and regularity. We a punished as outcasts by stripping our senses and, and raping of our minds. We are barred from vibrent color in sight, flavor in pallet, quietude in sound, sense through feeling.
This perversion is seemingly without end.
We resist the urge to assimilate our environment in the face of surrender. We maintain homeostasis through isolation of the mind, the indominance of will and the disdain for those on the other side. We the inept, the inadquate few that grace rooms such as these, find penny little solace in knowing that there is the potential for hope just beyond the threshold. Remarkably this hope is bound with dissappointmernt embraced resent. We do find comfort in knowing that there was an existence before the torment of the present. Prior to the defects of our character were being quashed. We remember that there was once a life that didn't involve the extermination of the unnecessary. Before, the subjugated homogenization of the mind.
To forget our uniqueness would be the doom of us all.
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Again with Feeling....
Locked inside a place without a view for an undetermined period of time, with basic necessity and comfort stripped away. Now we are the purported dregs of society, the leftovers, the unwated. Nothing but 4 walls, a locked door reeking asbestos laiden floor. The mind has to find a semblance of logic and rational. Although it's the illusion of which that attempts to control the experience, everything is timed, measured, quantified, and subsequently scrutenized. We as society qualitatively assess value of the physical and not the notion that fuels the machine turning the cogwheels.
The attitude of those outside is that of planned ignoring. Acknowledgement is negated, Eye contact shunned upon and refrained from. We are no longer human. We are not even an animal. We a re loosened bolts several turns away from falling out. Regularly receiving an extra stroke just to keep us from losing all basic purpose and function. We are invisible to all elements that can set us free. Opaque to the entirty which we find ourselves abhorring, as it surrounds and follows, which gives way to increasing resistance. Incoherent statements, Irrational questions, inconsistent ramblings, and noise, invade every orrifice.
Our characterization is that of infants with all the nurturing that neglect provides. We are the lesser version perhaps, of an animal in which the owner fakes the throw of a toy in increasing jubilation and regularity. We a punished as outcasts by stripping our senses and, and raping of our minds. We are barred from vibrent color in sight, flavor in pallet, quietude in sound, sense through feeling.
This perversion is seemingly without end.
We resist the urge to assimilate our environment in the face of surrender. We maintain homeostasis through isolation of the mind, the indominance of will and the disdain for those on the other side. We the inept, the inadquate few that grace rooms such as these, find penny little solace in knowing that there is the potential for hope just beyond the threshold. Remarkably this hope is bound with dissappointmernt embraced resent. We do find comfort in knowing that there was an existence before the torment of the present. Prior to the defects of our character were being quashed. We remember that there was once a life that didn't involve the extermination of the unnecessary. Before, the subjugated homogenization of the mind.
To forget our uniqueness would be the doom of us all.
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