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I would love to scream.
I am a fish.
I never should have taken a bite out of that worm.
I don't think I'm still hooked, but my jaw is ripped open anyway.
What good is a neck to a headless person? What good is a neck anyways? Who the fuck decided to come up with people?
I wish I was a staple, just before you press down on the handle. Pierce through your hand. Get bent. And cured by sharkbite.
It's been a while, huh.
I launched a stake into the air. It flew like a swallow underwater. I would like to know.
I am a fingernail. Clean me with your penciltip. ...Bite me, bitch.
Dry that t-shirt. Squeeze it till your face turns purple, and then see how it feels to be a fool.
Work isn't a noun. But I am. I don't look back. I don't ask questions. I exist to think. Remember the maxim "We want the opposite of what we have." Existance is a constant struggle not to exist. "Ignorance is bliss." Oh yes indeed, but only when you are consious of what you have ignored. -Meaning, this 'bliss' is only in retrospect. While we are still ignorant, we have no idea how good we have it. When we enlighten, well... it's like the atomic bomb, or music pirating software. We can't erase what we have learned. So when your ignorant... your only blissful in the eyes of the unignorant. And the unignorant can not close their eyes. Therefor bliss is unattainable.
I'm not sure if I care about that. But not what you think I mean.
This will grow and expand, but not forever. The orgasm's passed. It's all downhill from here. ...You'd better bring your tent.
Canned heat. Aluminum. Mines. Hardhats. Plastic. Oil. Middle East. 'Foreign' Policy.
Everyone's foreign policy is grounded on the same principles. Self interest. Whether the 'self' is a nation, a dictator, or on a smaller scale: you, or me, or any individual. Nothing is ever foreign when dealing with humans. It is all under our noses. But we don't recognize it because we only interpret other people. There isn't a direct connection between anyone and your mind. You see it either through your eyes, ears, hands, whatever... and then you see it through your memories, and opinions. No one ever directly communicates mind to mind, heart to heart, soul to soul, ...you know, all that beat-hippie shit... In this respect Humans are the most foreign creatures known to man.