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I want to go back and witness the creation of the first mirror So I can experience the invention of vanity My ancestors hunted by hand and sharpened tool Today I shop from an assortment of pre-made fatty meats Love letters used to travel by horseback to the patient hopefuls When my text message to my girlfriend is too slow, I get ****** Most of the casualties in war came from infection The hospital is a ten minute drive in heavy traffic A lifelong journey across the globe Can be done in a day by plane The heavens used to inspire; a mighty muse Now most stars have names I want to go back and witness Goddard and the Wright brothers So I can watch them shrink the Earth with their imaginations Gravity began as a headache, therapy as a ******* addiction God as the human need for comfort, lysergic acid as mind control Though appreciative of all that has been done And the work that has yet to be completed by moving man I have difficulty with the label “Progress” People have always been and always will be superbly flawed Across cultures, continents And most of all Time
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May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 9:00 AM UTC
97. Progress 5/4/11
I want to go back and witness the creation of the first mirror So I can experience the invention of vanity My ancestors hunted by hand and sharpened tool Today I shop from an assortment of pre-made fatty meats Love letters used to travel by horseback to the patient hopefuls When my text message to my girlfriend is too slow, I get ****** Most of the casualties in war came from infection The hospital is a ten minute drive in heavy traffic A lifelong journey across the globe Can be done in a day by plane The heavens used to inspire; a mighty muse Now most stars have names I want to go back and witness Goddard and the Wright brothers So I can watch them shrink the Earth with their imaginations Gravity began as a headache, therapy as a ******* addiction God as the human need for comfort, lysergic acid as mind control Though appreciative of all that has been done And the work that has yet to be completed by moving man I have difficulty with the label “Progress” People have always been and always will be superbly flawed Across cultures, continents And most of all Time
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May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 9:00 AM UTC
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