Gravity, darling, is a conspiracy.
2003-12-17 03:35:22 ET

There are those, who conform, those who have to, those who willingly do it.
Everyday, we go to jobs we claim to hate, to jobs where there is always someone above us pointing a finger, or whispering things we should be hearing.
There is always some part of ourselves we have to lose, to keep a certain job.
We spend thousands of pieces of paper on classes that don't guarantee our way into a bright future.
We look in mirrors and scowl at what we see.
We depend on chemicals to get by.
And then, if we are lucky, we find someone who accepts us,
and we call it love.
We look to brain damage as a symbol that perhaps we are someone.
We over populate, and then decide to live longer.
We are so obsessed with the idea of having something to be proud of that clones are produced, and we get closer to robots with minds.
We become patriotic when tragedy occurs,
and we cheer when people who don't directly affect us are caught.
We believe our way is right, and everyone else is wrong.
We are so self concious that we think of ourselves before helping someone else who might need something we have an over abundance of.
And we take pride in who we are.
Because we believe no one else will.
And what we believe is not evolution.
We believe in falsity.
Because, we think it fills our lives with hope.
But, what if hope is like dreams.
And what if those dreams never happen.
We give up.

I can't understand why.
Petty problems aren't our concern.
Because no matter what we still have that self consideration, and above all,
its the only thing that matters.

2003-12-17 05:42:21 ET

i love that.

2003-12-17 05:43:02 ET

thanks :)

2003-12-17 05:48:12 ET


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