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i wrote some tonight because i kept thinking up random lines in my head. eventually they all evolved into some sort of character sketch/rant.
I’ve always hated places that don’t let you smoke, like airplanes. It just seems like they can never make up their minds. One is most certainly going to be confused if he looks up and sees a prohibition under penalty of law, but finds an ashtray on the eyes’ journey down. It’s a clear acknowledgement of addiction and necessary disposal, and a swift kick in the ass. The power of power is the power of contradiction.
Sometimes I wonder if flight attendants feel hopeless pointing towards exits to nowhere- an empty assurance of safety in altitude. Be sure to inflate your life jackets after launched into frozen space. The power of safety is the power of contradiction.
Airplanes are a daydreamer’s inspiration, and I always tell people to follow their dreams, just not in circles. Granted, most people dream of love, and pumping blood always performs its circulation. The power of love is the power of contradiction.
I think of love. I say think because it’s said that love has no definition, and what can be absolute that does not have meaning? Perhaps when such a partner in love becomes your definition. Perhaps your own definition is one of love.
With love, you should only take me seriously when I call you beautiful. I think I was in love once, and when I found that girl (the one who made me think of love) I simply grabbed her and told her: “you’re beautiful.”
It’s also said that love is a drug. I personally think that other drugs must be taken to make it. I guess that’s why all the mere smokers are the hopeless romantics. I don’t support it. Just listen everyone: you should all be your own drug.
I’ve always hated places that don’t let you smoke, like airplanes. It just seems like they can never make up their minds. One is most certainly going to be confused if he looks up and sees a prohibition under penalty of law, but finds an ashtray on the eyes’ journey down. It’s a clear acknowledgement of addiction and necessary disposal, and a swift kick in the ass. The power of power is the power of contradiction.
Sometimes I wonder if flight attendants feel hopeless pointing towards exits to nowhere- an empty assurance of safety in altitude. Be sure to inflate your life jackets after launched into frozen space. The power of safety is the power of contradiction.
Airplanes are a daydreamer’s inspiration, and I always tell people to follow their dreams, just not in circles. Granted, most people dream of love, and pumping blood always performs its circulation. The power of love is the power of contradiction.
I think of love. I say think because it’s said that love has no definition, and what can be absolute that does not have meaning? Perhaps when such a partner in love becomes your definition. Perhaps your own definition is one of love.
With love, you should only take me seriously when I call you beautiful. I think I was in love once, and when I found that girl (the one who made me think of love) I simply grabbed her and told her: “you’re beautiful.”
It’s also said that love is a drug. I personally think that other drugs must be taken to make it. I guess that’s why all the mere smokers are the hopeless romantics. I don’t support it. Just listen everyone: you should all be your own drug.