Time is an idea, which does not exist.A Poem by eatmillsI don’t have the answer to your cancer, the darkness that eats you whole. Shadow puppets copulate, fill me with hate. I am not alone. I have always known. There is no truth, every idea is an abstraction. Conceptualized. Realized. Plagiarized. Time is not real, a measurement made by man. So how can you go on? Knowing that it is not real. A life sized Hollywood dream. Six inch to your fifteen and you bring it all back again. There is no truth. That very idea is abstract. When we conceptualize, realize, plagiarize, Our dreams.
Shadow puppets copulate, fill everyone with hate. Time is an idea, which does not exist. Call me what you want. I know the truth. There is no truth, the very idea is abstract. We conceptualize, realize and plagiarize. A life size Hollywood dream. Time is an idea, which does not exist. Time is an idea, which does not exist. Time is an idea, which does not exist. © 2011 eatmillsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthoreatmillsmississauga, ontaio, CanadaAboutWhat do you want to know? I listen to surf, punk, metal, pop, techno, actually all music. Favourite Writers - William S Burroughs, Philip K Dick, Raymond Chandler, Stephen King, Edgar Allen Poe.. more..Writing
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