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No Clue
Contributed by
hydrobipo
on
Saturday, 24th December 2011 @ 06:39:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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I'm tired and I don't wanna think,
I'm switched on and I don't wanna blink,
I wanna bring everything I want and need;
To the center of my mind where I know it'll breed;
But to know is to hope that what you believe,
Is really what matters and won't make you receed;
Down into a place where you can't breathe
And you can't talk and you can't fight;
Or stand and walk to brave the night.
And to want is to admit that what you got don't cut it;
Best to think about nothing, coz nothing don't want anything and has everything,
It has no thought within us;
Just an existence;
A pulsating rhythm with no resistance,
An absence of thought Is the presence of conciousness;
Which concerns itself not with our life's consequences;
With our debt collectors or phone protectors,
It is eternal and present behind the projection,
Of our minds twisted inventions and false protection.
Copyright ©
hydrobipo
... [
2011-12-24 18:39:17] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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