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[aid] => mick
[title] => I think, therefore I can't be
[time] => 2010-02-01 11:00:20
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[bodytext] => I walk through a crowded plaza, and don't see the world move but silently observe it through eyes I call mine "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players" Of this act of my life, I am not the protagonist at all I am merely the projectionist of this movie, called Me From my perch I observe other people who are their bodies and nothing else drones walking spitting families a thousand smiles and sorrows that end up in a pillow at the end of the day, and stay there, insignificant, forgotten "Some animals whose social behavior is of particular interest, are humans; Humans often live in family-based social structures" Wait and think you ***** you think you're smart, the realize how foolish you've been An artist paints a black wall white and you look at the corner he forgot to cover, and call it art I'll cut myself and bleed out my soul just to prove i'm alive but when the blood splatters my desk, the static wood that it stains will still be more alive than I am because wood is supposed to be wood, static, immobile, unfeeling If my desk wept for my pain then it would be as dead as I am I am a word roaming a textbook of formuale, a leaf of grass in a crevice on the side of a concrete road, a flashlight in the middle everyone else's movie, a scream in a vacuum, a human walking in a plaza crowded by drones I'm not supposed to be am I? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 61 [informant] => Obnoxious_Bread [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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