Bhang, bangue, charas, ma
Still sitting with the door opened, God knows how long it's been now. What am I doing? Those three condescending words keep appearing before me like some sort of cosmic ad, paving its neon path inside my head. The goal, the mission, the duty? Harmony, nothingness and numbness.
Inner completion along with inner satisfaction.
Yet we continue to fucking deprive ourselves of this harmony by going along with this society of cynicism and suffering that we all cherish and praise. This lovely hell of ours tells us that disharmony is the cure. Work, not for the Self, but for the higher power.
Your reward? Acceptance, love but most important of all: Validation.
Because we are so FUCKING FED with the conviction that Society holds life's greatest secrets and is the most trust worthy entity in the world; that it is some utopian concoction of moral will to do well, thus making it the highest authority. Yes, school, yes municipality, yes state and yes world, you ought to be trusted with my life, for I am not unique, no, THERE ARE 6.7 BILLIONS OF ME OUT THERE, ISN'T IT FUCKING SO.
Great job, you succeeded, you created chaos in my once so peaceful lands. Your seeds are sown within me and only help from the outside can protect me now.
For now that I've found my path back to harmony, there is nothing you can do.
fuck you..
Inner completion along with inner satisfaction.
Yet we continue to fucking deprive ourselves of this harmony by going along with this society of cynicism and suffering that we all cherish and praise. This lovely hell of ours tells us that disharmony is the cure. Work, not for the Self, but for the higher power.
Your reward? Acceptance, love but most important of all: Validation.
Because we are so FUCKING FED with the conviction that Society holds life's greatest secrets and is the most trust worthy entity in the world; that it is some utopian concoction of moral will to do well, thus making it the highest authority. Yes, school, yes municipality, yes state and yes world, you ought to be trusted with my life, for I am not unique, no, THERE ARE 6.7 BILLIONS OF ME OUT THERE, ISN'T IT FUCKING SO.
Great job, you succeeded, you created chaos in my once so peaceful lands. Your seeds are sown within me and only help from the outside can protect me now.
For now that I've found my path back to harmony, there is nothing you can do.
fuck you..
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