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32 Degrees
Contributed by
hardrocker15198916
on
Wednesday, 22nd December 2010 @ 02:29:16 AM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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I am walking. Just walking. The leaves try to keep up on the soft brush of the wind, but I have my pace set; they fall behind with a tragic ease. An amber sky burdened by the weight of the sun sinking below the edges of the earth, into a country I may never see in my lifetime, though only an ocean away is plastered against my retina. The distance doesnt keep me at bay. Monetary gain, when did it become necessary for sustenance? Humankind gave up on the inner fight, the struggle. Oh we humans struggle to struggle, succumb to the pain, and learn how to make pain so painfully pleasurable that we consciously seek out drama and tragedy till we are all stereotypical little teeny weenies *****ing about how our life sucks because we lack something that someone else doesnt lack. If we all had everything equal wed be the so-called devil socialists you hear about and youll still, unknowingly, support it in the crevices of your brain. Your brain will fall to the rotted abyss inlaid with corpses and ashes waiting for never to come; youll call to relatives you only recall from a vague unimportant memory you think you remember from your childhood. They wont answer back, theyre burned up and gone, and soon you will be too. Just beneath the brow of the human race we see the end. It is our common ground. We all begin and we all end. The only day we will not hate one another is the day that we are all ending in unison, like a song, all separate melodies (the guitar, the drum, the hum, the singer, the random techno and silly instruments for earlobe flavor) come to a slow mellow close and enter into silence. I wait for the end of our song on the edge of a fall sunset; walking. I am walking. Just walking.
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2010-12-22 02:29:16] (Date/Time posted on
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