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� and sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken. �


7:37 p.m., 2001-03-29

shit is always shit. even perfumed shit is still shit. give it a name, we all know the smell, and no one enjoys it but people eat it up every day and enjoy it until they realize what it is they've been fed. the drees-up facade wears thin on substances like that, but sometimes you eat it and you know what it is.

what's funny is their reaction when the truth is revealed.

surprise, your precious reality has been replaced with folgers instant. does that change anything? how does it feel? are you any more or less synthetic than before you were let in on the honesty of it all? does knowledge even make a difference in our do-nothing society anymore?

you come to realize that you might have been better off before, when you hadn't thrust yourself from catatonia's womb. ignorance was bliss.

no, ignorance was face value acceptance.

laissez faire.

sewing your eyelids together does not turn a blind eye.

plugging your ears does not stop the flow of ideas.

doing them both together does not make you hellen keller, who by the way had the sense to turn on the world in a way that should make those more fortunate ashamed.

no one but the hopelessly and helplessly retarded can claim ignorance as a viable excuse these days. being force-fed has never been my style.

i don't have to eat shit to know what it tastes like.

are you any better off now that you know what you've been eating?


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