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The ***** addict has change it's face, but not it's disease. It is me. It is your mother. It is you. "It is not." It is. And it is infinite. For so long as people are burdened by the illusion, so they seek to disperse the fog. What they seek is not distortion, but clarity. What they seek is not fantasy, but reality. A new reality that works for them. Where they don't work for it. Where they don't participate as a rusted cog spinning in perpetual circles to power a machine that lights a projection of what ought to be, and what ought not to be for all the the world to watch on hamster wheels. But  the ***** addict knows risk. That each time could be the last time. But this world has only two types of people. Participants. And non-cooperatives. There is not room for both. The ***** addict is offered a consolation package of pharmaceutical bonbons but given the same soap opera each time. So they fade into the black I know it is no cure, because they are not sick. It is not addiction, that they seek to fulfill. It is peace. And the current reality does not allow for peace. And I just wonder to myself, if maybe they are not wrong.
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
the ***** addicts
The ***** addict has change it's face, but not it's disease. It is me. It is your mother. It is you. "It is not." It is. And it is infinite. For so long as people are burdened by the illusion, so they seek to disperse the fog. What they seek is not distortion, but clarity. What they seek is not fantasy, but reality. A new reality that works for them. Where they don't work for it. Where they don't participate as a rusted cog spinning in perpetual circles to power a machine that lights a projection of what ought to be, and what ought not to be for all the the world to watch on hamster wheels. But  the ***** addict knows risk. That each time could be the last time. But this world has only two types of people. Participants. And non-cooperatives. There is not room for both. The ***** addict is offered a consolation package of pharmaceutical bonbons but given the same soap opera each time. So they fade into the black I know it is no cure, because they are not sick. It is not addiction, that they seek to fulfill. It is peace. And the current reality does not allow for peace. And I just wonder to myself, if maybe they are not wrong.
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
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