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In there, that foreign world,
only intelligence matters,
the funny person is king,
and thoughts are currency.
Where everyone is only as
informed as they choose,
and art is loved regardless
of who the artist loves.
Where the real world doesn't exist;
where people can be as happy
as they choose to be,
through a computer screen.
Even if our bodies fail,
and we slowly rot away,
leaving nothing but bones,
we can live forever.
only intelligence matters,
the funny person is king,
and thoughts are currency.
Where everyone is only as
informed as they choose,
and art is loved regardless
of who the artist loves.
Where the real world doesn't exist;
where people can be as happy
as they choose to be,
through a computer screen.
Even if our bodies fail,
and we slowly rot away,
leaving nothing but bones,
we can live forever.
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Dreaming
Once I had a dream so crystal clear
it washed my dream-filled crystal eyes
bright blue.
Once I had a dream about another
and of walking shores on white-washed sand -
so far.
And over hills of pure bright green
and under halls of deep red stone
and through the heart of all there is
we went.
But by sunlight, crystals turn ashen;
the touch of your hand slips
like sand.
But through work-hours and play-times
and realistic views
I’ll be fine.
I will through all my days
I will through all my hours
scratch your words into stone-slabs
and deeds into bone
in my mind.
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Dream #1
So this dreams starts off that I went to a store with Jamie (friend) and his dad, but there was no significant dialogue to remember. We went to a small shop that sold all kinds of things, from soap to used "ds" games. I didn't know the name of the store, but I did know that my art teacher and my teacher from fifth, sixth, and seventh grade was working there with someone else that didn't look familiar. For some odd reason I was really tired and was unable to keep my eyes open, but after awhile I had infinite energy but by then Jamie and his dad had bought what they came here for.
After that I don't remember seeing their vehicle, it just tr
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Insomnia
When sleep, like life, eludes me .......
...... life giving sleep overcomes everyone but me ....
life sapping concienceness drains me ....
My crimson shadowy wraith wakens and fills the slumber with it's grip of dark thoughts ... my mind races my soul cringes .....
The beauty of life but a twinkle in the crushing darkness of dispair ...... a flicker of light, the glimpse of a smile, the warmth of a touch ...... but a trickle .. like a single tear ....
............. the cold bitter dark, unrelenting throbbing, deafening, mindnumbing soul destroying pain!
....... like Ten thousand times Ten black holes ripping through the subatomic fibre
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In case you hadn't guessed, this is pretty much about the internet.
The one place where what you look like only matters as much as you let it.
Where your mind and heart are what people see, not the flesh wrapped around it.
And no, I'm not gay or bi. I'm pansexual and asexual. A.K.A. I appreciate everybody for what they are, and I'm probably not going to try and sleep with them.
The one place where what you look like only matters as much as you let it.
Where your mind and heart are what people see, not the flesh wrapped around it.
And no, I'm not gay or bi. I'm pansexual and asexual. A.K.A. I appreciate everybody for what they are, and I'm probably not going to try and sleep with them.
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