Oz suggested i post this here, have a gander if you want to ...
are we just infants that are ripe for the training.
these landfills - immortal.
unknowing it wants.
atop this podium built of fixation.
atop this podium spilt in confession.
let the puppet strings sag.
and the emperor still wears no clothes.
in this silhouette of dying dancing on the corpses ashes - while the guillotine laughs again.
emergency is evident.
appeal to sympathy for it's decay.
we covet all the status quo.
amnesia in our alibis.
inflicted by morality.
exhumed by rhetoric.
sanction this outbreak - a virus conspires.
attention without intention.
defecit attention program.
stirring up apathy - land rights for gay whales.
this station in non-operational.
...
and in case you haven't already noticed, we're already dead.
the mel
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What is success ?
To laugh often and much.
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children.
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends.
To appreciate beauty.
To find the best in others.
To leave the world a bit better.
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
That is to have succeeded.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
