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I'm known for navel-gazing my way to elation, and am living in a country caught within the grips of frenzied matriculation. My insidiously malapert generation, my incessantly malcontent gene-nation. This is a Garden of Eden, Where is our guard of Eden? carefully removing all who are not heathen. Plucking the clouded excess from an already crowded bed of hegemony, as a gardener would and so should. It is a mirage, a far off oasis of Arcadia and I say this all unconcernedly, a basis for this absurdity. I have stolen my ego from god, I will carry this yoke readily, and I shall take up my axe doling out mechanically.
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Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 11:03 PM UTC
A Stolen Ego.
I'm known for navel-gazing my way to elation, and am living in a country caught within the grips of frenzied matriculation. My insidiously malapert generation, my incessantly malcontent gene-nation. This is a Garden of Eden, Where is our guard of Eden? carefully removing all who are not heathen. Plucking the clouded excess from an already crowded bed of hegemony, as a gardener would and so should. It is a mirage, a far off oasis of Arcadia and I say this all unconcernedly, a basis for this absurdity. I have stolen my ego from god, I will carry this yoke readily, and I shall take up my axe doling out mechanically.
B_Lid
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Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 11:03 PM UTC
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