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*My head swells, with the words of wisdom, implanted into my Cerebral Cortex. Security Level: Administrator. The signal: Never interrupted. My hair; my face; my clothes. My principal behaviour, controlled. My… Volition; Desire; selection… foretold, by the scriptures of the box, and the writings on the wall. Ipods; ipads; mobile phones. I need a new three piece suite, so I’ve been told. My head continues to swell, to a monumental size, and I feel my feet lift from the earth, gently, so gently… lifting me to the skies. As I float with acquiescence  surrender, over the roof tops of consumption, I gaze at all the shadows; their cadaverous minds. Poor souls. I continue on my journey; my pilgrimage of enlightenment; my odyssey of comprehension; my voyage of realization. Many miles pass, and my head declines in size. I start to lose altitude; and I debark... safe, but with cleansed mind. The view is humbling, and as I look down, I behold a flower. I sit beside it. I admire it. A true example, of Design.*
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Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 6:01 AM UTC
My Over Inflated Mind.
*My head swells, with the words of wisdom, implanted into my Cerebral Cortex. Security Level: Administrator. The signal: Never interrupted. My hair; my face; my clothes. My principal behaviour, controlled. My… Volition; Desire; selection… foretold, by the scriptures of the box, and the writings on the wall. Ipods; ipads; mobile phones. I need a new three piece suite, so I’ve been told. My head continues to swell, to a monumental size, and I feel my feet lift from the earth, gently, so gently… lifting me to the skies. As I float with acquiescence  surrender, over the roof tops of consumption, I gaze at all the shadows; their cadaverous minds. Poor souls. I continue on my journey; my pilgrimage of enlightenment; my odyssey of comprehension; my voyage of realization. Many miles pass, and my head declines in size. I start to lose altitude; and I debark... safe, but with cleansed mind. The view is humbling, and as I look down, I behold a flower. I sit beside it. I admire it. A true example, of Design.*
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Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 6:01 AM UTC
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