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Saturday, September 13, 2003 a poem. but i've seen the best minds of my generation turn into wankers. i don't care what my admiration says about me. i am a pioneer, because i am unlike you. give me a cigarette, complicated coffee and a sandwitch board. i walk passed you and read the word "content" inside and out. we dream of deep comas and soft cotton wool, but our impulses are leading us n-where. i guess the sunshine is warm and cheerful, but is it really worth writing about? my honesty is a trouble maker, but you asked for it. i'm going to kiss your best friend and tell your sister all about it. in my photo frame i have the leaves that moved because of the rain. your imagination is a safety-guard and you want to conveniently slip out of your comfort zone. every thoughtful night the truth laughs at us. is this the shortest life or the longest death? this generation merely persists like our time is an awkward, embarassing dinner-party. we try our best and do what we have to. fooling ourselves into belief, and waiting for the doorbell to ring. i've seen the common minds of my generation get locked into routine. and by going by what today said, the future is a waste of time. we would be lost only if we had sometime to lose. posted by Simon Saturday, September 13, 2003 |
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