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How do I know when to stop editing, to stop critiquing, To stop looking for errors that I'll inevitably find Courtesy of my flawlessly functioning mind That does what It's told And finds what It's told to find In a sea of subjective humbug Let's try working backwards. Let's try Finding what resonates with us. How do we Do that if we have no idea what resonates with us. How do you find a hole in an air mattress or a weak spot in the drywall or The small of your lovers back You ******* look for it How do you find a needle in a haystack Why not try using up the hay Before digging around for the small hazardous object You ******* lunatic Oh, but this is full of errors I can see them from here Have you not legs? Well then have you not wheels? Well what have you? Good! USE IT. Picture a room Through the slit of an iron maiden What do you see A room What do you feel Why Could you feel differently If You tried Stop picturing, start looking, continue feeling and being? Bah, try doing. Keep busying. Busying is key, and the lock is none of your concern. It's probably a ****** one anyways. Who knows what it holds shut. Who knows How effectively it holds it shut. Who knows what lies behind the thing that It's Holding shut. Shut up, Ps. I love you -MR-
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 4:10 AM UTC
Motivational internal anti-speech from behind the slit of an iron maiden in a dimly lit room
How do I know when to stop editing, to stop critiquing, To stop looking for errors that I'll inevitably find Courtesy of my flawlessly functioning mind That does what It's told And finds what It's told to find In a sea of subjective humbug Let's try working backwards. Let's try Finding what resonates with us. How do we Do that if we have no idea what resonates with us. How do you find a hole in an air mattress or a weak spot in the drywall or The small of your lovers back You ******* look for it How do you find a needle in a haystack Why not try using up the hay Before digging around for the small hazardous object You ******* lunatic Oh, but this is full of errors I can see them from here Have you not legs? Well then have you not wheels? Well what have you? Good! USE IT. Picture a room Through the slit of an iron maiden What do you see A room What do you feel Why Could you feel differently If You tried Stop picturing, start looking, continue feeling and being? Bah, try doing. Keep busying. Busying is key, and the lock is none of your concern. It's probably a ****** one anyways. Who knows what it holds shut. Who knows How effectively it holds it shut. Who knows what lies behind the thing that It's Holding shut. Shut up, Ps. I love you -MR-
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 4:10 AM UTC
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