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We trap ourselves in a cycle, it goes commitment, that reaches deep into the night, and to then rest the brief amount of time I have, to wake up and realise there is more commitment. At which point, instinct delays it, and becomes pushed forward, down the day, into the afternoon. And then work begins again....
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I dread the Clouds

As storm clouds loom ahead, I upon my bed, and knit a pouch or sorrows, to carry for tomorrow. I line the piping in dread, and thread the warp with fear, and once the pouch is woven, I wash it out with tears.
Come bright morrow I step outside, bag of mine in hand,
It is filled with bright thoughts and fantasies, I carry across the land.
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I look upon the fruit's grandeur: its shell vibrant with a scintilla sheen of its hues. Within housing pods of nourishing, supple syrup. Each pod holds a seed, the intended recipient of the fruit's benefits. Were it not for the seed, there would be no fruit, were it not for the seed, there would be no plant. And yet here I stand, holding the fruit, claimed for my own. What right do I have to it?
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A kneading Experience

Sometimes I just want to bake bread. What kind? One I can knead, one which I can force all the thoughts and distresses of the day to day into, one that not only is capable of taking the force, but will grow from it, will mature and develop until it is presentable. I strive to do the same.
One day I will develop gluten.
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Curiosity's Call

Morbid curiosity has gotten me further than I would like to admit, times I prod past the veil of taboo and work my way into someone's deb. There is only so much to a person's physical form, and the grander your understanding of it, the closer you get to the spirit. For if you can understand its control scheme, the way it has to puppeteer this meat suit, the more your grasp its limits the further
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Nov

7th

2020

History Living in the dark · 12:04am Nov 7th, 2020

Wash your hands for 30 seconds.

Living history. Times where the wonders or horrors of the world are made apparent. Snippets of time to be remembered, whilst the rest is glossed over. People may cherish making history, though much of what is looked back upon are that which we desire not to repeat; dread sticks to the pages of history as gum gluing the "rest" together. Yet, to be glossed over, to be at peace, without judgement from the future, is this not to be desired? Who truly wants to experience the dread of history, and the follys of humankind?
It is a curse to live in interesting times.

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