the world's been forgiven
the heart removed
the thought is dead
freedom is mine
there is satisfaction
happiness is not a word
money doesnt matter
and no one needs anything
all can float and fly
no one needs to move
being born is optional
and it doesnt matter anyway
there is no hate.. no sorrow
but nothing else either
love hasnt existed
and smiling requires muscles
no beauty...what's that?
it creates divisions
and even if there was
how would you see it?
the perfect world
perfect..so that it couldnt be more
life and death lost meaning
what's left to care?
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
Thursday, August 24, 2006
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Oh, East. I care.
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