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Reality is merely an illusion
time: 10:41 AM
what i'm doing: watching Fox News
location: hell. or mr edney's economy/law class, whichever you prefer.
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Wednesday, March 12
My comments on fox news have been removed. I was reading a little Maddox the other day and noticed that he has a similar article about CNN. I didnt want to be a Maddox poser because errrrr well... his was better.
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Today wasn't too bad. We felt productive since we convinced Mrs. Ramsey to have a pizza party. Roman art... little CEASER... come on, it's practically the same thing. I'm feeling accomplished.
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just think of me as a few things to clutter up your shelves
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now i could make this obvious and you, you could deny me all in one breath.
April 2...
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As I write these words
It pushes my nerves
To a point of no return
I must commit or this is it
Or to the masses I must submit
I will walk alone
On my own
Through the jungle I roam
In lack of a home
As day fades to night there radiates a beam of light
Such a tempting sight and it seems oh so right
But a sudden indication that this bright sensation
Must be mistaken for my own salvation
Swarms of people all around
Like me this light they have found
Lost and confused in this enigma of Earth
Also abused from a stigma since birth
Humans take flight like parasites
To this glowing sacrifice
But in spite of this light
They will only live half a life
It seemed to be a lucid host
But ill let these nuances boast
So as the light is pointed in my direction
I use a mirror for protection
Create a reflection
That will illuminate flaws and deception
The light will dim like fire in the wind
Then a realization…
The light must come from within
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I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
