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frankly I'm beginning to think that everything is overrated and I'm just sinking down underneath the feet that have trod this path a million times before I was ever born. I know we all walk the same way, basically, and we all speak the same way- diaphragm to lung to pharynx to tongue and teeth and lips to ears we are easily redesigned and programmed to mimic those set before us tweaking the most minute circumstance and making it our own. I know this, I know. but what I want is nothing something new and unbreakable but what I want is overrated and has been thought of. we all have the same chances the same mistakes the same footprints, essentially speaking. we're all just bags of pulsing muscles, bones, blood and guts moving forward, or backwards (if you just squint your eyes and lean in a little closer). in a world where anyone can make it, no one really does- I know.
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Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 6:11 PM UTC
overrated.
frankly I'm beginning to think that everything is overrated and I'm just sinking down underneath the feet that have trod this path a million times before I was ever born. I know we all walk the same way, basically, and we all speak the same way- diaphragm to lung to pharynx to tongue and teeth and lips to ears we are easily redesigned and programmed to mimic those set before us tweaking the most minute circumstance and making it our own. I know this, I know. but what I want is nothing something new and unbreakable but what I want is overrated and has been thought of. we all have the same chances the same mistakes the same footprints, essentially speaking. we're all just bags of pulsing muscles, bones, blood and guts moving forward, or backwards (if you just squint your eyes and lean in a little closer). in a world where anyone can make it, no one really does- I know.
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Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 6:11 PM UTC
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