you have to put youself into their house
before they are aware of your existence
basically have to force yourself into their life.
if people aren’t entertaining enough
then they are annoying compared to the fun
a person could have had on their TV or their nintendo.
actually care for real amigos
so many people couldn’t give a fuck.
they have no real common interest
let the fakers fake.
our solid buddies
embrace the best and the worst
of our bullshit and bullsoul!
[size=75](Co-written by Colinsign and Dan. this was constructed without foreknowledge using some words and lines from a conversation
me and dan where having.)[/size]
(This does have a kind of teeny angst poem.
particularly: let the fakers fake.
Take the Holden Caulfield mask off!
-still there are some lines that cut straight
to the bone i feel-
In ancient times, before radio and TV, propaganda didn’t really exist.
People did things with eachother directly.
They always got things from other people, not from mass-produced despention.
This is why “honor” and “a good name” was so valued and felt during ancient times. People did things for honor, and had honor, in those times, far more then today. Frequent community interaction is the source of all honor, IMO.
Be careful with those layers.
One friend was deeply altered after the… He’ll recover, and syncing with that being will eventually be over-all better then not.
Meanwhile, It’s a toss-up for me to feel something between let-down and absolute amazement.
I suppose I’ll only me satisfied when material objects can be moved by the ones…
