francis, the teacup has always been the ocean....we never run out of these things....we are the river.....we always hope to dissolve in these things...forget your pain...forget the day...forget something....gain something....lose something... monkeys stand in lines on electric fences...they know a joke is will hit them....lets die smiling..
There's the contradiction of losing one's self in order to find it, or maybe to find a more authentic self than the one we've constructed. Maybe it's seeking a balance between what's lost and found. When I die I hope it comes with a peaceful smile.
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francis,
the teacup has always been the ocean....we never run out of these things....we are the river.....we always hope to dissolve in these things...forget your pain...forget the day...forget something....gain something....lose something...
monkeys stand in lines on electric fences...they know a joke is will hit them....lets die smiling..
There's the contradiction of losing one's self in order to find it, or maybe to find a more authentic self than the one we've constructed. Maybe it's seeking a balance between what's lost and found. When I die I hope it comes with a peaceful smile.
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