Work

Ive worked my entire life just to get nowhere, everywhere that i stare, death surrounds me, this whole world is unfair, so id rather be dead, than alive as a lie, on the inside i already am, if living takes a lifetime, you can be sure that i wouldnt care. Take a few steps into my dungeon, into my misunderstood lair, declare that if i would just let you in that you wouldnt drown, but i promise you this, once youre in and under, youll never be able to swim. I dare you all to re-envision a world free of prisons, disemember your condition-ing, wear no masks, thjat you can deliver yourselves from that which imprisons. Improvise and just open up your minds and listen, bare in mind that there are no conditions, if you could just reminesce a little, make a mission so that you could just possibly remember why youre all here in the first place, if you read this you wouldnt get the message, genius Maynard couldnt even understand the sentence. But my work isnt over, not even started with the beginnin, so how the f**k could it be finished? Its simple, we could make it, even with symbols, just divide in to whats diminished and multiply 8 billion of us into the equation; we could even do it in inches. You lift one pound and the other 8 billion civilians lift one too, its no mysterious clue, do not any of you get it? All i see is lonliness, all i hear is reaccuring stress, hatred relentless, none of you are awake, youre stil in a dream within bed. Or maybe im asleep or maybe im just dead. This entire mess that ive got myself into is no less than a pen pressed against my head, its suicide, but ill never use my prescription or meds;i said goodbye to that life, ill never feed the hand that never fed me and is no longer in need to be fed. Its true though, im probably obsessed, yes, obsessively thinking about the mentally opressed and how to save them from their blindess and rest. Theyre in an eternal slumber and i am eternally depressed, you all i would attempt to defend. There's a lasers edge against my head and yet, i cannot feel that which what it is that i hold, no regret, lost everything, gained nothing, so i swept up everything and wept, crept into the deepness of the undead, no one understands a single thing that ive said; i swear this, i make a vow and i promise, my promises i always keep them. I even gave you the lens, but it all depends to you doesnt it, how it all thins and then deepens, until its too hard, soft or too dense, thickens into an interdependent until a single lipid that i speak of would become far too herendious, you all turned my solids into minascule liquids, every tid bit. Till my brain matter gets slain and battered, splattered and squished, scatterd into to smith-erins; this is just the jist of the story, youve only seen the fist. to me youre all banished and youve all quit; couldnt hit me if i were a target one foot away, you missed, youre retarded; i can write lines of infinity forever. like an endless equation, but the answer is already overspread like oceans collecting all comparted rivers. you all want me to review your work, b***h, take my intellectualistic dick' right up your f*****g a*s and fidg-et, youre work is plastic, im gonna wrap my enrappings around you like the flexibility of mr fantastic my work is magic

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welllllllllllllllllllllllllll... you know you started by a negative way, you see we will all die one day, but that is fair, because imagine if you live forever, grow old, then unable to do anything.. eyy, its really not intersting to me, so when you work its like you are building something then seeing what a castle you've built, if its money, fame, happiness.. or anything, your kids or whoever will inherit that, and will keep your name alive, and when you do it alone, you can be happy, and while living forget the dead parts about you , just think about the alive parts in you... remember that having a life , which is being alive is dead peoples wish, so lets live the wish that one day we will be having, since it is our life, its our time and our beauty ... while you inhale remember you are inhaling the oxygen thats been taken from trees for you- hehe, its funny -. so yeah.. imagine that everything around you is made just for you, made to make you happy and make your days worth waiting for..
and work, well lets imgine, if your boss said, you will be having a promotion next day , wouldnt you wait for that? then you plan what to do and how to react, right? but imagine if you died in that day .. would you want to be alive for one more day ?,..
I say, live, feel life, and as john green says in his book the fault in our stars "thats the thing about pain , it demands to be felt" even this feeling is great, after you look bck at it..
Have a nice day :)