Inspired by a poem I read But hey I am back and got to write something! Yay:)
Drinking buddies or a burst of joy?(!)
Go ahead and test your limits with scientific clarity
(genetic predisposition to become faster addicted to
anything or anyone YOU choose to) Instead of becoming
a line in stand up comedy about the calamity that awaits
the embodiment of vulgarity(you)
"Have you ever fell asleep on a bench right after pucking and
woke up with your tongue stuck on your frozen vomit while a stray dog
licks your nose the day after xmas? No, dont' laugh it is allowed to
get drunk after being with your family"
That echo the echo of the collective laughter slowly fades out ...
You(yes you) you are a thought experiment
your very own experiment Or (perhaps) a source of income
someone else's income "Come in they say you are an adult!
Do it and noone will tell you anything you are an adult!
Drink and forget society's limitations that suffocate you
Drink and find joy in being your uncensored self and tomorrow?
Tomorrow you can drink some more unite with those that hide their
true selves no that drown their true selves inside a bottle of eh whisky
The day after tomorrow walk around ALONE try to find a lost wallet so you
can feel warm inside again while you drink more and the best of it all?
Wake up in the morning and feel that all your body craves is alcohol not food
or water Wake up feeling forced to clench the alcohol thirst while you forget your biggest joy since birth! To discover the world! Find out what you are capable of!... learn what you can make better for your self and others.
Say no to urges that are not in tune with you. The real you.
Your mind rules the body and not vice versa
Mental clarity is the only thing you have
against everything and in order to become
one with everything make a difference.
Mental clarity is the only thing you have!
Test your limits not in order to be enslaved
by your discovery but in order to remain free
from surly bonds ...
... and yes in order to be fair to my fellow poets:
19-year-old American John Gillespie Magee, a wartime
Spitfire pilot with the Royal Canadian Air Force has written
a poem: "they have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
Put out their hands and touched the face of God"
According to NBC inside out the poet was suffering from
hypoxia oxygen starvation and perhaps tha was what his poetic
lines meant BUT remember this my friend everything
I mean everything is a subject to interpretation oh and who
said that before I did? Nietzsche, Friedrich Nietzsche
"All things are subject to interpretation whichever
interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power
and not truth." Friedrich Nietzsche
Becoming original doesn't mean stay true to your origins.
A monkey entertains and gets a repetitive job and that's it!
Think about it. ..
Keep exploring the world and make
mental notes. You will need them
Goodbye and thank you for reading my words
Oh one more thing Oxygen starvation can be fun
But read educate yourself before you try it yourself
It is easy stop breathing ... and start breathing again
Essay by night soul woman
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Written on 2016-11-30 at 14:02
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