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It seems to me that those who are most passionately opposed     to the currents of power     are those who are actually the most optimistic     about humanity.     For it is those who believe     that we deserve better.     It is those who believe that we are actually     better than we treat ourselves.     It is those who believe that we have the power     to empower ourselves and     the self-control     to be in control of our selves.     When we live in a society where the deeply optimistic     are targeted as terrorists     and their souls are devalued     with bullets and their bodies cut up     by tabloids pretending to be churches,     we can not be drugged into nihilism.     Instead we must drag ourselves out of this trench     and feel the slugs pierce our skin     and go through and through us     and exit into our dreams, leaving a hole for our dreams to bleed     into this world.     And when we run out of blood we can rot     into our own imagination.     And we will dissolve and our bodies     will become the Earth.     And the Earth will become balanced.     And the Earth will spiral back around     into a bionetic noosphere.     Because, honestly, I think the Earth is sick of having a split personality     and we are here to bring you sanity.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
Psychoactive Linguistics
It seems to me that those who are most passionately opposed     to the currents of power     are those who are actually the most optimistic     about humanity.     For it is those who believe     that we deserve better.     It is those who believe that we are actually     better than we treat ourselves.     It is those who believe that we have the power     to empower ourselves and     the self-control     to be in control of our selves.     When we live in a society where the deeply optimistic     are targeted as terrorists     and their souls are devalued     with bullets and their bodies cut up     by tabloids pretending to be churches,     we can not be drugged into nihilism.     Instead we must drag ourselves out of this trench     and feel the slugs pierce our skin     and go through and through us     and exit into our dreams, leaving a hole for our dreams to bleed     into this world.     And when we run out of blood we can rot     into our own imagination.     And we will dissolve and our bodies     will become the Earth.     And the Earth will become balanced.     And the Earth will spiral back around     into a bionetic noosphere.     Because, honestly, I think the Earth is sick of having a split personality     and we are here to bring you sanity.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
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