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#pettyways
Tick tock tick tock don't stop-til you drop... We work ourselves to the grave as whipped wage slaves, to buy shiny things to prevent us from observing the truth waves the reality- the fatality rate of life is 100%. So how do we work out exactly what percent is spent on- staving off boredom?- Instead of starvation, but the placation of every First World Nation was borne of greed- a need for Subjugation, enough is never enough for those who walk rough- shod across backs bent over PC monitors, BILLIONS spent, so your MP can monitor your every move,every lunch break- toilet break? Is this to break our spirit,so the spiritual vampires, can feed on your Aura,Chi Spirit Soul the inner glow that defies defilement, it's easier to fight back than most people think, more than one glitch in the Matrix, just stop. Think... enjoy a little me time from time to time, me I enjoy a little rhyme to pass on the Sublime- Truth that's out there(is the Sandman an X file?) Be bold like the font when you seek Fonts of Wisdom be strong in the broken places,you can fix them!
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Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
Ponderings.(Freestyle at 4am-unfinished)