This old man, he played fifteen,
He collects bronze coins marked ‘Ich Dien’.

This tall man has thirty nine
If i play them, what will rhyme
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I wanna act ballerific like its all terrific

I wanna be put together like there’s a cap in my feather.
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yes, the last one is backwards.

So I’m in one of those non-reality phases. I don’t know if it is a meltdown or not. It depends what you think melts, and what solidifies when these phases are over.
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I love words, and ideas, mixing ideas with words, creating nonsensical ideas, contemplating truthful ideas. Normal speech, cliches, common thought, the norm, playing the game, thinking inside the box, going with the flow, are all things I fight against. Perhaps I shouldn’t always fight them. The flow isn’t always wrong, and I can’t say I am completely anti-culture, I play the game. And when I don’t, that doesn’t necessarily mean my ‘game’ is better, or truthful. As one man I am more prone to dilusion than the masses I think. But as one man with Truth on his side, and like minded thinkers fighting the fight with me, there is a better ideology than the ‘flow’ and I can find it, to some degree I have been taught it and know it already.