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They say that humans are a new and improved version
of the chimpanzee,
but I think we must be bred from ostriches;
I've yet to see a chimp
with its head so far underground-
we're more like the feathered beasts,
so desperate in our hope that ignorance is innocence,
that burying our heads
in merchandise and advertisements
will excuse us from judgement-
that we only have to care
about the prepackaged people,
the ones with flawless smiles
and good careers,
and empty eyes-
In profit we trust-
the green of freshly printed bills
is worth far more today
than the gentle green of budding leaves,
and cheap-bright slices of scratchy, sugar-crusted sweets
more praised than the soft tang of mango on our tongues,
regardless of the poison in their makeup-
speaking of makeup,
isn't it strange
how a woman must have paints smeared on her face
to be treated with a measure of respect?
So many things to buy,
just to sell ourselves.
Is that how man dies-
digging out his credit cards
to pay for the knife in his back?
But then, I suppose
our products are to die for.
of the chimpanzee,
but I think we must be bred from ostriches;
I've yet to see a chimp
with its head so far underground-
we're more like the feathered beasts,
so desperate in our hope that ignorance is innocence,
that burying our heads
in merchandise and advertisements
will excuse us from judgement-
that we only have to care
about the prepackaged people,
the ones with flawless smiles
and good careers,
and empty eyes-
In profit we trust-
the green of freshly printed bills
is worth far more today
than the gentle green of budding leaves,
and cheap-bright slices of scratchy, sugar-crusted sweets
more praised than the soft tang of mango on our tongues,
regardless of the poison in their makeup-
speaking of makeup,
isn't it strange
how a woman must have paints smeared on her face
to be treated with a measure of respect?
So many things to buy,
just to sell ourselves.
Is that how man dies-
digging out his credit cards
to pay for the knife in his back?
But then, I suppose
our products are to die for.
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I love you doesn't have to be said
You like to think
that you're not emotional, but
yeah right, I've seen you all
worn down before, you didn't cry
but you might as well have,
I see your drunk I love you texts
and the way you try to go around
words to make me feel better
and the time you take to stay
by our side and it makes me realize
that you're just putting up a front,
that really you will miss
walking side by side with us
even though you don't want
to admit it
I love you too
I used to like to think that I
like being alone, that I could live
my life all by myself because
people are frustrating, careless,
they will abandon you
with the slightest nudge when
they are th
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Falling. Like everybody else.
Falling. You can fall off a building, a mountain...or you can fall in a hole. And at some point, everybody falls in there. Let me explain...
"D'you remember last summer?
I was too busy packing my stuff, to listen to the little, 9 year-old girl beside me.
"Uh-huh"
"And when you fell in that hole?"
I stopped.
"Are you going to call me Alice again?"
The White Rabbit wasn't exactly what I found there.
She giggled and sat next to my suitcase, which looked like some bomb exploded in it and all the clothes flew outside. On the bed, on the floor, chair, drawers and wardrobe.
When I heard her, my mind sent back to me memories I
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Dear Dad.
Dear Dad,
From the moment I came off of that plane and was placed in your arms,
(even though I was an oblivious baby at the time)
I felt safe;
I felt like I was truly home.
I've had a tough twenty-something years. But you know what? I don't care.
I don't care because I've got you to support me, cheer me on,
and tease me to death until my frown turns upside down,
and I'm a giggling mess squirming in your strong arms.
We've been through a lot, Dad, you and I.
From my first time on the beach in Chincoteague
to Moon Rides in the backyard.
From my first cleft-palate operation
to my asthma attack during that Easter Vigil Mass.
From my bouts of d
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I was in the airport when I started this, but I only finished it today. I wanted to do the idea justice, and I hope I did!
Sometimes I get angry with how people (myself included) get so distracted from the important things with television and shopping. I think one of the greatest tragedies of life in this century is that we don't know what to fight for anymore- and I think many of us would prefer not to fight. It's simple enough, being brave, in the movies, but once we are in the real world it's harder to venture out of the door.
...anyway, enough cynicism for one night. Thanks for reading, and c&c are appreciated as ever!
EDIT: It has been brought to my attention that we are actually in the third millennium right now, so that's why the title changed. xP Sorry. My bad.
(Also, since my snarky brother had been arguing with me about that- third millenium since the Common Era, alright? xD Yeesh.)
Sometimes I get angry with how people (myself included) get so distracted from the important things with television and shopping. I think one of the greatest tragedies of life in this century is that we don't know what to fight for anymore- and I think many of us would prefer not to fight. It's simple enough, being brave, in the movies, but once we are in the real world it's harder to venture out of the door.
...anyway, enough cynicism for one night. Thanks for reading, and c&c are appreciated as ever!
EDIT: It has been brought to my attention that we are actually in the third millennium right now, so that's why the title changed. xP Sorry. My bad.
(Also, since my snarky brother had been arguing with me about that- third millenium since the Common Era, alright? xD Yeesh.)
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First, I like how you pointed out that despite the fact that we are evolved from chimpanzees (although this is a common misconception, humans and chimps share a common ancestor, and we evolved from said ancestor), but we behaved more like ostriches burying their heads in to avoid the world.
And I can see that despite the refrained language, I can sense the anger in this passages, as you pointed out that we glorify ignorance as ignorance, the constant barrage of merchandising and advertising that our judgement is clouded by the images they perpetuate, into fooling us into believing that highly caked up women are considered beautiful, money is more important than nature, and how manufactured confectionary has a higher value than fruit, and how, in order for us to succeed, we have to invest in products A, B, C, until Z just so that we can appear attractive in order to succeed.
And you pointed out that, sadly enough, we'll all die paying for materials we were never meant to afford in the first place, and I especially loved the last part, where you ended with a rather sarcastic tone.
Just awesome.