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May 2015
I'm allergic to dust,
And I think there's something metophorically significant about that, because if you think about dust it's really just human rust.
And I'm okay with being allergic to rust.
Because the only cure for being allergic to human rust, is to sit down with someone and agree that everything seems okay to you.
That we don't need to change.
**** that.
Because if we were really on the right path than maybe we wouldn't continue to be the targets of our own wrath after all the polar ice caps have been knocking on our door for a while now,
Just asking if we'd turn the heat down.
See we're rusting because there's never in history been this much self destruction and it's getting disgusting.
I'm sorry, to everyone who comes after us because although it's not too late it will be.
Even as I write this we can still fight this but not for too much longer.
Quit living in the bubble they've put you in and stretch your gaze a little bit farther than the media maze and realize all of those people who aren't are real, or will be.
And with your own two hands you can build something better for them from your comparatively fortunate circumstance.
William Thomas Lodge III
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William Thomas Lodge III  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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