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When my mind isn't brimming with images of red and white, with emaciated idols and paper dolls, there has never been a better place to live. I can draw pictures where the world is grey, and I can make music from a silent room. I can dance to the rhythm of fingers tapping on a keyboard, or mute everything entirely and simply enjoy the beat of my own breath. To be alive is to be drunk with sensation, and how you make sense of it is all which defines the sane from the insane. And, when life is so beautiful, why not stretch the bars of the prison cell in which society confines us? It's only your mind which makes the bars iron, and if spending eternity miming the glass box isn't insanity, then I am left dumb with wonder of what else you might call it.
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Calculated Angst
Reflections of my teenage soul.
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