I’m old enough to remember when air was free. I’m young enough to know belief is always paid in being.
“As soon as you’re born, they make you feel small, by giving you no time instead of it all.”
The empire needs you to believe. Religion is old-time politics. Politics is the new religion sold to materialists.
Mindfulness is the new word for talking to myself. Amfulness is my imaginary word for being myself.
I’m feeling like a power ballad by some famous power trio now. The first word is an art. Its repetition is a tragedy.
But third time is a powerful charm. Stairway to Heaven. Sunshine Of Your Love. Gate, gate, paragate, parasamgate.
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