Sunday, October 14, 2007

Fundemental Questioning

Who sends the wind?
What is the wind?

Where do we go when we die?
Where are we when we are alive?

Why do we die?
Where are we from?

Damn my conscience
Damn my conscienceness

Damn society for looking down on me
With pity

The right circumstances
The right set of chemicals
is all we are
is all we'll ever be
is all, is all, is all
all is, all is, all is

everything everything everything
nothing nothing nothing

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