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Date Posted: 19:10:47 02/08/01 Thu
Author: anonymous.
Subject: thoughts, composures.

fuck! run your ass off! they're watching you, jack! hell, i don't even kno any more, but the truth is, wendell, enemies can turn their alliances or the inverse of the situation. or the inverse of the situation. god save us all! o, wait, no! i don't care! rebel! rebel! are you truly happy? if not, throw a big fucking hissy fit and then nobody will like you. except yourself. grace the wings, the mighty acrobat that strikes in the night. the angel, the hellbringer, the anarchy the passive aggression, that annoying shit that everyone says to pretend they're deep! run, ho! believe what you say, stick to your words and actions, or don't. then nobody will like you. except yourself. feel the anger boil up in your soul, pretend you exist, forbode an image of importance to others. you will be forgotten, in the rolling mists of ghosts, tip-toeing their way through the world, waiting to die, hiding from themselves like mice. let the truths be told. let the truths be told. among the branches of a forest deserted by the rebellion, a lost cause, lays a spirit, washed in fear and anger. no fear. no anger. it doesn't matter. then nobody will like you. except yourself. but it really doesn't matter what one thinks, because it will be eaten in the swirls. oh, rapture, the excstasy of letting it all out! oh, the joy! feel your suffering, be taken to the pits of depression, for thou wilt not be membered by even thoust kin. think of your great-grandfather. do you know him? perhaps a tender miscellaneous particle of his existence? a name, a career, an ambition? no. eaten. taken by the progress. taken by the fact that there is no necessarity to membring those no longer among us. fell their pain! soon it shalt be yours to experience.every drop. so member, or not. then nobody will like. except yourself. these are those, the words spoken in the aggression whose true feeling is passive, and not violent or malicious in the sorts usually arising from the man's psyche. so feel this. so understand this. or don't. then everyone will like you. except yourself.

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