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[aid] => mick
[title] => Philisophy's Poetic Result
[time] => 2007-01-22 16:22:04
[hometext] => Inspired by my philosophy and psychology text books, and a love for wisdom
[bodytext] => Start with a pen to find the end, the mean, the median and the mode. Measure, quantify, exemplify, and absolve the wrongs to observe the truth. Implement this instrument, intrinsicate its value. Conclude the convoluted truth be true, another added article of the awesome equation. Correlate to navigate the standard deviations. Create your intentions to become your incentives to balance your drives with the thing known as life. Operate your definitions, propose to the Self to sell what you argue. Question the logic, does 'p' need 'q'? Deduct you inducted this truth. Hmmm...now what to do? The significance of meaning is probably skewed. Posteriori gained the more I ask can there really be apriori? What the ***** am I? Do all these thoughts matter if they're not really matter? Well, if matter is really matter then my pen has done magic and turned thoughts into matter. The alchemy of these words, dip*****. So, now I'm all smart 'n ***** but still back at square one... wait...maybe I'm not so smart...maybe I am dumb. All was so clear before, now what have I done? If truth isn't true, merely made by me and you, then only one thing is certain, that uncertainty is truth. This logic consists of contradictions riddled within, taking one away to one scary place. Perpetual paradox. Locks opened and picked by the questions you kissed and what if... Pandora is ***** that someone opened her box? Well, now that you're in it, there's no where to hide. This is it, this is all, you have opened your eyes. Now there is no stop of questions, no answers, no lies. This is truly the meaning of being alive. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Ratwick [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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