Untitled

By witch

 now, im not entirely all that intelligent
quite possibly borderline retarded

and if that borderline is anything like northern mexico or south korea then its getting worse

but this life
the human condition
the thing a lot of us spend searching for a meaning to
to begin? end? spend having fun, being successful, liked, loved knowing we mattter on a level that might even supercede our one in the great scheme of this
something the dreamers, schemers, planners go getter a-type red tie wearing over achievers have to have stepping stones for

what makes it so important to matter?

are we so self involved, so selfish as a species that we base our life on success and failures that are usually so small that...well fuck the adjectives...theyre small
we base our lives on this shit, we diefy it and give it a pedestal 
in the u.s. its worked its way into our patriotism
called the american dream
or maybe im just retarded

im not a lazy person by any stretch
if you doubt me join the military
see what they have to say about it
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i had a point
shit
ugh i hate when this happens

alright after re-reading this inane piece my conclusion is enjoy life a little bit, work hard, but play just as hard
enjoy your friends because trust me, you dont treat them well, you lose them
enjoy your time, youve only got so much
have enemies, make mistakes 
live your fucking life outside the constructs of perception thought up by people so dead inside all they see is the next step up
work hard, but enjoy your work

people seem to forget this


dont let life drain the piss out of everything

dont end up wishing youd takin more chances
no regrets


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Copyright 2011 witch
Published on Sunday, July 31, 2011.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • ebonyamore On Saturday, July 6, 2013, ebonyamore (101)By person wrote:

    Taking the chances I don't want to regret missing...ps...check your mail, stranger. -Ebony Amore has shut the door and doesn't know where to find it...but through the hole her glances stole...trying to find the rabbit. Jack was nimble but never quick at dancing around the fire, thunder, rain, love, hate, sex, pain and the word has up his Ire.... just an echo long remembered and hoped to be heard again. Long live the Word.

  • Evil Ash On Sunday, July 31, 2011, Evil Ash (55)By person wrote:

    seems words to live by ...salute

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