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curious to distinguish that which resides within us; defined so greatly by our flesh and the colour of our fingernails and what’s underneath our blouses or the size of his wallet. but to figure out yourself is to figure out the universe. curious as our species is, our species yearns to advance (quickly!) and in that acquires indolence.                                                                                  [one home                                                                                   one source                                                                                   one try] like black molasses, poison gases; curious as to which race our race is running. but to figure out the meaning is to figure out yourself. the blueprints left of thou are hidden in plain sight; the blueprints left of thou are hidden in the planes (see it) are hidden in the mountains, are hidden in the trees. o’ rotten heavens, fill our souls with waste but veil the orders that you’ve written: what happens when we renounce? to figure out the universe is to figure out the meaning.
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Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 3:53 AM UTC
curiosity/pondering life
curious to distinguish that which resides within us; defined so greatly by our flesh and the colour of our fingernails and what’s underneath our blouses or the size of his wallet. but to figure out yourself is to figure out the universe. curious as our species is, our species yearns to advance (quickly!) and in that acquires indolence.                                                                                  [one home                                                                                   one source                                                                                   one try] like black molasses, poison gases; curious as to which race our race is running. but to figure out the meaning is to figure out yourself. the blueprints left of thou are hidden in plain sight; the blueprints left of thou are hidden in the planes (see it) are hidden in the mountains, are hidden in the trees. o’ rotten heavens, fill our souls with waste but veil the orders that you’ve written: what happens when we renounce? to figure out the universe is to figure out the meaning.
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Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 3:53 AM UTC
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