Thursday, March 5, 2009
mental bomb in stagnation
We wallow around in tight bunches with like minds and actions that accomodate the pluralistic view of our social world. This is a monster that eats up the dreams of the chosen ones who, by circumstance, are unable in their minds to seek out their true meanings in thier lives. Because of this reality of living, living cannot take place fast enough. Mix these facts with our false, media driven conceptions of what is important in this life, and we have a mental bomb in stagnation until the day comes for its release. In people, this release can manifest in various ways. Some use words to condemn other people. Other's use real action to hurt the ones they love or hate. The monster has no face but it lives and breathes all around us. Not paying attention to it; making friends with it; is to always be at battle with yourself. Our denial is rooted in frustration and our smiles are stagnant under the false pretenses we must employ during our time on the social stage. LLc 98.2
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