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lines and edges.

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when a person fakes happy, it has edges. regular people may not see, but the people who count, they can see the edges and the lines where your smile ends and the real you begins. it’s a good thing when the edges are gone, i think. you shouldn’t hold onto things that give you edges. no edges let in more light. inside light that other people can see too.

pretend you’re alive.

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most of us are desperate for raw experience.  we work in offices, dealing with intangibles; we go to lunch and talk to other people surrounded by intangibles.  no one actually makes anything anymore, and our so-called experiences are about climbing mt. Kilimanjaro on our 2 week vacations of snapping a picture of the dalai lama in central park.  but we’re so powerfully aware of all the stuff we’re missing.  it creates this frustration, this craving to get out of ourselves.  tv tries to satisfy that, books, movies — they try, but they’re all so lame—so meditated.  they’re just not real enough.

today, i am tired of this shit.