Taking it all in as if truth were subjective.
Truth is what you tell yourself it was, is or will be.
How do you flush out a sensation that you borrowed from someone you admire?
Authority was put into place to control the ability of the species.
Does ownership of a curtain belong to your will or that of Martha Stewart?
To question our society is to ensure a good night sleep at the local insane asylum.
I refuse to confide in a pill that has no opinion of a condition I never believed in.
Politics is nothing more than unorganized religion designed to fulfill my need to be controlled.
- Author: Michaelpoet ( Offline)
- Published: August 24th, 2023 00:08
- Category: Reflection
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