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A brick could be used to deny you your dreams. And a blanket could be used as a gateway to all your dreams. ↗
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Even in the midst of flowing time, I feel languid, look, spinning around and around. I can't even see the heart that's leaving me, yes, I don't know I can't even get myself to move, I continue to be washed down the cracks of time. I don't know anything about what's around me, I'm just me and no more. Am I dreaming? Am I seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak. I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything. Even if I'm given the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention. If I move myself away, if I change everything, I’ll turn it black. Is there a future for someone like me? Do I exist in a world like this? Is this painful now? Is it sad now? Not even knowing myself. I'm just tired even of walking, I don't even understand people. If someone like me can change, if I can change, will I turn white? Even in the midst of flowing time, I feel languid, look, spinning around and around. I can't even see the heart that's leaving me, yes, I don't knowI can't even get myself to move, I continue to be washed down the cracks of time. I don't know anything about what's around me, I'm just me and no more. Am I dreaming? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak. I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything. Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention. If I can move, if I change everything, I’ll turn it black. Does a future exist in wasted time? Do I exist in a place like this? If I want to talk about me, if I make myself heard, I'll say I'm "Bad Apple" Do I exist at a place like this? Do I exist at a time like this? If someone like me can change, if I can change, will I turn white? Am I dreaming now? Am seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak. I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything. Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention. If I can move, if I change everything, I’ll turn it black. If I move, if I move, I’ll destroy everything, I’ll destroy everything. If I grieve, if I grieve, can my heart turn white? I still don’t know about you, about myself, about everything. If I open my heavy eyelids, if I break everything, then turn black! ↗
What drew him back was something altogether more personal, to a history where, in the pain and longing of adolescence, he was still standing on the corner of Queen and Albert Streets waiting for someone that he knew would never appear. He had long understood that one of his selves, the earliest and most vulnerable, had never left this place, and this original and clearest view of things could be recovered only through what had first come to him in the glow of its ordinary light and weather...it was the light they appeared in that was the point, and that at least had not changed. ↗
It is such a supreme folly to believe that nuclear weapons are deadly only if they're used. The fact that they exist at all, their presence in our lives, will wreak more havoc than we can begin to fathom. Nuclear weapons pervade our thinking. Control our behavior. Administer our societies. Inform our dreams. They bury themselves like meat hooks deep in the base of our brains. They are purveyors of madness. They are the ultimate colonizer. Whiter than any white man that ever lived. The very heart of whiteness. ↗
I like the sounds of words. Words are very enjoyable. I like words because they are... seductive. And I like words because they can contain... fantasies. ↗
