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#chipping
Personas create conflicting claims We aren't the same throughout the day Multiple variables placed in space Hard to control increasing weight Chipping away Ambitions change Segregated aims Temporary states Faith still remains
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
Loyalty
Thoughts eating away at my brain, mouth drying away, lips sealing my shrieking soul away, tongue stuttering away, heart palpating away, lungs having no air, muscles fidgeting away, fear crippling my soul away, nails chipping away, stress rushing to my brain, vision blurring away, tears streaming down my face, body trembling away as anxious nerves take me away.
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
Anxious
A Bag of Cabbage Chips Unlike me, many of you have accepted the situation of your imprisonment, and will die here like rotten cabbages. -#6 in Patrick McGoohan’s The Prisoner A voice:                    Be still, and know that I am Chip Be still, because this might sting a little There, now, wasn’t that easy?  Here’s a tissue Who’s a good boy, then! Here’s your free tee-shirt   Now that you are one with the ‘way cool kids You can use your implanted chip to buy A cup of coffee – or maybe a bag of chips Log into a computer, and open doors The one small thing you cannot buy or see Is the return of your own human dignity
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
A Bag of Cabbage Chips