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oh its fun being the turtle. the lifeless hermit with a quite broken shell. living in a landmime of faux children . the one dubbed as average, normal. with no second glance, im put in my place, the place where im expeted of nothing and in return gain nothing. no small talk, no interest, with the plain purpose of no purpose at all . and so here i type. to a lifeless computer, expecting to feel some sort of escape from making sense of myself in a blog. with my words unread, in lost scientific calculations, i hope this makes some sense. i hope this makes some difference. i want life to be resurected. living in this order only lacks every respect you can truely deam reliable. my morals, my morals and values trace the remnants of a brian. but are lost among these pointless routines played out in exession. the everyday life of an everyday human being, i am not average. grudgingly will i except that fate, molding into the folds of modern day society. lifeless is what you mean. lifeless, not average. making desicions decided long ago by people who have the guts to be unaverage. and now that special someone has cercummed to the fate of every oddball with understanding following their lead. average. average is untrue difference. a safe journey and a fogotten life. the problem is, every day questions go unasked, and the truth becomes more of a dream than its once reality. have you ever really thought?? do you admit to being an average life ? walking, talking, listening, breathing for lies that have become well known facts and reasons. average thoughts. normal thoughts, are not normal at all. when did life become about order, and finding resurection in status, values in money, life in a mask?????????
we as people, have destroyed our minds, pretending our "unreal" thoughts are just our subconcious acting unusual. we destroy whats good, and with our hands, weve created a monster of beauty, of life. we move in innocence, as cradled babies blind to what we really could have, if you just thought.