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There's nothing interesting about me, except the fact that I really should stop switching blogs.
bitch de nuit
Another pretentious way of saying "Bitch, please."
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Tuesday, December 2, 2008
In/sane.
Sanity is a strange game to play.
We think we've got it within our tightly-shut grasps; stranger to stranger, a knowing smile acknowledges. Control is ours to declare and rainbows sanitize the storm's aftermath.
Guess what? Think again.
There's no sanity to what this world has offered upon our platter. Silence has become our preferred form of communication, screams are engulfed by our desire to not. Wars are waged across the borders that fence the land we call home, yet ruthlessly tapped on for selfish, mostly personal, gains. Love has given way to the idea of love, like poets to rappers. Ordinary human beings weave across extraordinary circumstances, yet mediocrity looms like a common plague.
We breathe the air, polluted by environmentalists who evangelize the extremity of a perfect world; we sing the songs for the rhythmic solutions they provide. Denial has become a prerequisite to prolong the smile that hangs across the faces of many, and facades are accessorized to prove a fashionably powered statement.
People live, people die. Yet our lives continue to need living, our dreams unpublished. Drafts are kept folded and stuffed into our pockets, unaware of the state it'd otherwise have materialized in. We try as much as we fail, we fail as much as our beliefs will allow.
Who prosecutes the right from the wrong? Who answers the questions that drives our curiosity insane? Who stands by us, shoulders ready and arms stretched out, waiting in utmost patience for the end of the day?
You, I hope.
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