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Shouts out to the post modern ironic twisted ***** of confusion making sense of a chaotic existence Shouts out the the same folks for laughing at their own struggle Shouts out to the bleeding hearts Shouts out to the dried up stones Shouts out to the snarky *** momentary breaks from the void that they carry alone Shouts out to the religious castaways, to the tradition breakers Shouts out to the tradition keepers, and the self evaluators Shouts out to the pathfinders and the trailblazers Shouts out to the lack of motivation and the desire to be admired Shouts out to mania driven fervor satiated not even by approval Shouts out to calculated efforts and spontaneity as a ruse Shouts out to reused tropes and cliches strung together again and again in different orders Shouts out to all living as peninsulas, carving themselves off as islands.
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 4:23 AM UTC
Shouts out to the confused whispers
Shouts out to the post modern ironic twisted ***** of confusion making sense of a chaotic existence Shouts out the the same folks for laughing at their own struggle Shouts out to the bleeding hearts Shouts out to the dried up stones Shouts out to the snarky *** momentary breaks from the void that they carry alone Shouts out to the religious castaways, to the tradition breakers Shouts out to the tradition keepers, and the self evaluators Shouts out to the pathfinders and the trailblazers Shouts out to the lack of motivation and the desire to be admired Shouts out to mania driven fervor satiated not even by approval Shouts out to calculated efforts and spontaneity as a ruse Shouts out to reused tropes and cliches strung together again and again in different orders Shouts out to all living as peninsulas, carving themselves off as islands.
jacob-oates
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 4:23 AM UTC
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