like teaching snails to make pearls
coating with plastic and elastic world
the essence of a thing cannot be bottled
but bottled up, you are
as if life frightens you
without dreams or memories
you’re caught between me and the devil
and the deep blue sea
I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I’d sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailor’s suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around.
Poison bars from the gods bust holes in your mirage,
and catch a charge to shake them down like the riot squad,
and they deserve ruin like ancient Rome; I span the universe
and return to earth to claim my throne.
“I’m definite that everyone in the world can and does have a critical mind, their blade has just been dulled down, to a little stub that does nothing but poke cynically at lesser, unimportant things.”
- Pablo Botero
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F is my favorite. :3
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same but H is generally the reality.
Source: realgotist
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