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Who are we? why are there things not able to be explaned? we are a race of humans who confuse ourselves with the things that we once thought we had an understaning. the things we fear we turn a blind third eye to. the names we hate we call out for, and the people we never understood become heros. history was written by a winner through the eyes of the composer, of ink, heros are all in our head, but for what reason? most lives begin with fear, a serious finger to the face, being told that to become a machine like thoes heros before us. but what do we know? john wayne gacy was a well loved man in the town he lived, running a pro buisness as well as causing the silly stunts as a beloved clown. Deep behind this make up was a brain of an unseen horror. behind thoes silly eyes lied a secret of 33 bodys. I can remember being a child playing with my toys while my mother watched her soaps on the t.v. the soap was quickly pulled off the air for a special new report. the images shown were of a helicopter view of a california mc donalds surounded by police cars. inside was a man names names James Oliver Huberty who had lost his mind and decided to bring all his fire power and kill anyone he could. By the time a sniper took him out james huberty killed 22 people men, women, and children. the glowing news report began to flash images of the dead and the photo of the well dressed mass murderer. as a child of five i began to think this man was a hero due to his image flashed on t.v.screens all across America. Jeffery Dahmer, Charlie Manson, ted bundy all on time life mags as a child i could not tell the difference between Brad Pitt and Jeffery Dahmer they were both in the news pics reflecting in my young eyes. i am a generation of man who grew up confused between whats rite and whats wrong with human nature. it goes without saying NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS. we love violence, we love death, we love mysery as long as it's not our own. what have we become? no what have YOU become, i grew up in your world. i have seen your violent t.v. images, i have heard your murder radio, i have eaten your sugary breakfast cerials , watched your ridiculous cartoon images, and have escaped your high school lies. if you dont know what i'm talking about then USE YOUR ILLUSION |
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I'm wondering as to why your mom let you see those things on television. I turn the TV off when the news comes on so my child won't see it.
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I leave the images alone. It is not an authority to me to state the right or the wrong, for where would they know that from? It is only a thinking material.
Most folks have no brain, but only an imitation chip. Keep this in your calculations, it helps. |
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I leave the images alone. It is not an authority to me to state the right or the wrong, for where would they know that from? It is only a thinking material. Most folks have no brain, but only an imitation chip. Keep this in your calculations, it helps. Since when do most folks have no brain? |
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Since forever, probably. They have an imitation mechanism, and they do their best to imitate others. Imitate what others do, how others dress, what others think and say, what others think is good or bad.
This is manifested by a term "authority" being widely used by humans. I accept no authority for this very reason, unless the supposed authority can demonstrate to me that it is genetically different, and belongs to gods rather than to humans. This is so true, that you can almost always use this rule: If someone is a recognized authority on something, you can be sure he is a thief who knows nothing. |
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Jess642
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Sun 02/15/09 12:03 PM
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Who are we? why are there things not able to be explaned? we are a race of humans who confuse ourselves with the things that we once thought we had an understaning. the things we fear we turn a blind third eye to. the names we hate we call out for, and the people we never understood become heros. history was written by a winner through the eyes of the composer, of ink, heros are all in our head, but for what reason? most lives begin with fear, a serious finger to the face, being told that to become a machine like thoes heros before us. but what do we know? john wayne gacy was a well loved man in the town he lived, running a pro buisness as well as causing the silly stunts as a beloved clown. Deep behind this make up was a brain of an unseen horror. behind thoes silly eyes lied a secret of 33 bodys. I can remember being a child playing with my toys while my mother watched her soaps on the t.v. the soap was quickly pulled off the air for a special new report. the images shown were of a helicopter view of a california mc donalds surounded by police cars. inside was a man names names James Oliver Huberty who had lost his mind and decided to bring all his fire power and kill anyone he could. By the time a sniper took him out james huberty killed 22 people men, women, and children. the glowing news report began to flash images of the dead and the photo of the well dressed mass murderer. as a child of five i began to think this man was a hero due to his image flashed on t.v.screens all across America. Jeffery Dahmer, Charlie Manson, ted bundy all on time life mags as a child i could not tell the difference between Brad Pitt and Jeffery Dahmer they were both in the news pics reflecting in my young eyes. i am a generation of man who grew up confused between whats rite and whats wrong with human nature. it goes without saying NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS. we love violence, we love death, we love mysery as long as it's not our own. what have we become? no what have YOU become, i grew up in your world. i have seen your violent t.v. images, i have heard your murder radio, i have eaten your sugary breakfast cerials , watched your ridiculous cartoon images, and have escaped your high school lies. if you dont know what i'm talking about then USE YOUR ILLUSION WOW!!!!!!!!!! And hello.... anytime you want to vent.... please do!!! We are still beings of light....many are sleepwalking is all.... and with the truth of Who you are, your authentic self, you don't require heroes, and villains... and wrongs and rights..... you know intrinsically what is light... you understand the polarity of shadow... and choose to walk in the light. |
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I leave the images alone. It is not an authority to me to state the right or the wrong, for where would they know that from? It is only a thinking material. Most folks have no brain, but only an imitation chip. Keep this in your calculations, it helps. Imitation and gathered memory thus far... Emotion based memory. Trapped in the memories through which all current information is filtered, we imitate to survive the fear of feeling "bad". |
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Trapped in the memories through which all current information is filtered, we imitate to survive the fear of feeling "bad". I do think so, too. |
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Your prose needs a bit of work, try poetry; you may have a knack for it. The young are often disillusioned, give it some time, and while your perfecting your poetry, READ - forget the news, forget television, forget the magazines of public image. Read the classic novels, read science journals, read and read some more. Read science fiction, and by all means read poetry. In this you will find humanity. As Cat Stevens sang out - "you are young, that's your fault" but he also makes it clear that the fault, of being young, can be overcome. You see through tunnel vision, read about other cultures to broaden your view. And when you tire of reading, write. |
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Who are we? why are there things not able to be explaned? we are a race of humans who confuse ourselves with the things that we once thought we had an understaning. the things we fear we turn a blind third eye to. the names we hate we call out for, and the people we never understood become heros. history was written by a winner through the eyes of the composer, of ink, heros are all in our head, but for what reason? most lives begin with fear, a serious finger to the face, being told that to become a machine like thoes heros before us. but what do we know? john wayne gacy was a well loved man in the town he lived, running a pro buisness as well as causing the silly stunts as a beloved clown. Deep behind this make up was a brain of an unseen horror. behind thoes silly eyes lied a secret of 33 bodys. I can remember being a child playing with my toys while my mother watched her soaps on the t.v. the soap was quickly pulled off the air for a special new report. the images shown were of a helicopter view of a california mc donalds surounded by police cars. inside was a man names names James Oliver Huberty who had lost his mind and decided to bring all his fire power and kill anyone he could. By the time a sniper took him out james huberty killed 22 people men, women, and children. the glowing news report began to flash images of the dead and the photo of the well dressed mass murderer. as a child of five i began to think this man was a hero due to his image flashed on t.v.screens all across America. Jeffery Dahmer, Charlie Manson, ted bundy all on time life mags as a child i could not tell the difference between Brad Pitt and Jeffery Dahmer they were both in the news pics reflecting in my young eyes. i am a generation of man who grew up confused between whats rite and whats wrong with human nature. it goes without saying NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS. we love violence, we love death, we love mysery as long as it's not our own. what have we become? no what have YOU become, i grew up in your world. i have seen your violent t.v. images, i have heard your murder radio, i have eaten your sugary breakfast cerials , watched your ridiculous cartoon images, and have escaped your high school lies. if you dont know what i'm talking about then USE YOUR ILLUSION Perhaps the only person who can answer your questions is the very person who asks them for everyone has a different view on the "what's and why's" of the world. |
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Trapped in the memories through which all current information is filtered, we imitate to survive the fear of feeling "bad". I do think so, too. We run in abject terror of feeling bad and continue to fake our way along, thereby creating and perpetuating feeling bad. How does one allow self to see past this cycle long enough to break free? Seeing beyond self isn't something that one can "make" happen. Perhaps a situation (not purposed by self) that causes one to feel a slap-in-the-face (energetically) opens the door. It isn't controlled by self. No one can "Man-Up" (so to speak) and make it happen... that creates even more of the same. The more one runs from anything negative, the worse one feels. It seems like (in the long run) it's actually the perceived negative circumstances that ultimately allow for more freedom... Religious or not... God fearin' or not... Opportunity comes for every individual to realize that they DON'T run things. "Things" run them.  |
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Who are we? why are there things not able to be explained? We are primates, we are born, we live, we die. Things that we have not worked on for long have not been explained. Society prefers playboys to scientists. We as a society focus on gathering as much wealth before we die instead of working to achieve something lasting. We as a society care more about shallow reality TV, then about exploring those things that remain unexplained. Why worry, god done did it, no explanation beyond that is needed. One nation under god doesn't need no explanations. |
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Who are we? why are there things not able to be explained? We are primates, we are born, we live, we die. Things that we have not worked on for long have not been explained. Society prefers playboys to scientists. We as a society focus on gathering as much wealth before we die instead of working to achieve something lasting. We as a society care more about shallow reality TV, then about exploring those things that remain unexplained. Why worry, god done did it, no explanation beyond that is needed. One nation under god doesn't need no explanations. A-Hilt-Hilt! Ya gone, done said a mouth-ful, there, Bushido-Hill-Billy Boy! Hilt! |
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Who are we? why are there things not able to be explaned? we are a race of humans who confuse ourselves with the things that we once thought we had an understaning. the things we fear we turn a blind third eye to. the names we hate we call out for, and the people we never understood become heros. history was written by a winner through the eyes of the composer, of ink, heros are all in our head, but for what reason? most lives begin with fear, a serious finger to the face, being told that to become a machine like thoes heros before us. but what do we know? john wayne gacy was a well loved man in the town he lived, running a pro buisness as well as causing the silly stunts as a beloved clown. Deep behind this make up was a brain of an unseen horror. behind thoes silly eyes lied a secret of 33 bodys. I can remember being a child playing with my toys while my mother watched her soaps on the t.v. the soap was quickly pulled off the air for a special new report. the images shown were of a helicopter view of a california mc donalds surounded by police cars. inside was a man names names James Oliver Huberty who had lost his mind and decided to bring all his fire power and kill anyone he could. By the time a sniper took him out james huberty killed 22 people men, women, and children. the glowing news report began to flash images of the dead and the photo of the well dressed mass murderer. as a child of five i began to think this man was a hero due to his image flashed on t.v.screens all across America. Jeffery Dahmer, Charlie Manson, ted bundy all on time life mags as a child i could not tell the difference between Brad Pitt and Jeffery Dahmer they were both in the news pics reflecting in my young eyes. i am a generation of man who grew up confused between whats rite and whats wrong with human nature. it goes without saying NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS. we love violence, we love death, we love mysery as long as it's not our own. what have we become? no what have YOU become, i grew up in your world. i have seen your violent t.v. images, i have heard your murder radio, i have eaten your sugary breakfast cerials , watched your ridiculous cartoon images, and have escaped your high school lies. if you dont know what i'm talking about then USE YOUR ILLUSION Perhaps the only person who can answer your questions is the very person who asks them for everyone has a different view on the "what's and why's" of the world. well said |
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