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I could use a little break from my thoughts.
I'm being rocked to sleep. . . rocked to sleep.

No one believes the atrocities they see and nobody is free. Yes, indeed.
I am held hostage by these privileges. I will fund the military, I will fund the "war on terrorism", the "war on drugs" in exchange for unnecessary excesses which could not leave a person more unfulfilled. I will make mountains disappear as I type away on my laptop. I will make countries disappear as I fill up my car. I will make people disappear as I walk the infinite aisles of Wal Mart. I will make trees disappear as I eat this burger. I will not fund imagination, culture or a heterogeneous society.

I will make dispensable profits at the expense of someone else, of something else. I will only identify as a prisoner of consumerism.

I will wake up this will merely be a false prophesy.

I could use a little break from illogical hate. In this moment, love prevails.