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Started by Penumbral, November 15, 2003, 04:09:45 AM

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Penumbral

Noone understands me...
And I like it that way
You don't understand me. None of your stereotypes, none of your statistic, none of your analysis can tell you who I am.
Can I tell you who I am? No. I don't know. I don't want to know. I've looked and looked. "For 'me.'" I don't want to know me anymore. And I know that now.
You ever look at a picture from far away. You can see it but your not sure what it is. You look and form many different theories about what it is. And then all at once you see the picture. You understand the message. And it becomes old. It becomes uninteresting. Look at it again and you will just see what you know it there. The mystery is gone.
I don't want to know who I am.
I want to search. I want to look. I want to think.
I don't want to find.
After I find I won't be able to look.

You say you see value in chaos.
Chaos isn't political. Chaos isn't selective. but you are selective of chaos. Well chaos isn't actually the screams of dieing babies. Its no really riots in the street. Well really it is weather you like it or not.
Chaos is not controlled. You are not in control of chaos!
A church built around chaos.
People saying I inflict chaos on other. I am a cause of chaos. WRONG.
Chaos inflicts you. Chaos causes you!

The world is here it's not leaving. I am here I'm not leaving.

Sound off.

Bella

Maybe "mystery" is the essence of what you are, Penumbral.
In that case you can look and find and see and still not fully understand.
Maybe you are layers and layers and layers deep, so that every time you see one picture clearly, you peel away the surface and there is still another mystery to discover.

If this is true....you can learn who you are and still have more to look for.
You could have both sides of the coin.
just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream
and you won't make a sound

you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
you can't believe your friends
you can't believe you're here

Irreverend Hugh, KSC

You could have both sides of you....all five halves.
"Time for the tin-foil hats, girls and boys!"

Bella

All five halves......even better than both sides.
just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream
and you won't make a sound

you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
you can't believe your friends
you can't believe you're here