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indifferent 
Layers of black lace and silk conceals pale, bare feet hovering
above the emerald marble floor. Thin waist, arms, and wrist seem to fight
for the minor warmth her tattered shear, smoke grey shaw provides.
As the candle light dances in the again empty hall, the scratching
of a quill upon rice paper can vaguely be heard.
to todays culture. Neither an individual nor one of the crowd as they fumble
through this miserable attempt at life. There are no longer challenges, choices,
and even divisions to be drawn. No religions, ideologies, or philosophies to
be pondered. Everything is a convenient, medically treated, and predetermined.
A terminally ill patient can no longer end their own pain but the government can
pull the feeding tube. This pre-packaged existence even leaves me to wonder the
purpose of the writing of such things. Should the pill for the headache not work,
the one for depression not clear, the glass of wine not daze, the sleeping
pills will do. Yet, there is always a doctor who aims to please; curing thought
of him is perhaps the next pill I will ask for.
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October 26 2005, 23:35:12 UTC 6 years ago
hi
I practice spiritalism...more or less a balance in everything for almost 6 years now. BTW...nice to meet you and tell jeff I said hi.Anonymous
February 4 2006, 20:24:59 UTC 6 years ago