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Who stops for the beating of the fucking heart anymore? Chase around your tail that smells of urine. Chase it around until your heart stops and you can't look at your self in the mirror anymore. Keep running after nothing in hopes of finding something that can make nothing seem really interesting. Trade in all that you have in order to hitch anything you've ever dreamed of doing to someone else's life.
Come back to what you love in the innocence of all that you know now you hate. Bring back your life to the brink of not being life and then you can beat out your footsteps with an abandoned defeat. You can drop the yoke of social restraints and worship dirty feet the same as hundred dollar bills falling from naked goddesses.
You are not average. You are not like anyone else. You are exactly like everyone else. Your heart and your body make it that way. Your soul is being corralled into a chasm. It's slowly and then swiftly being pushed into a new realm of not you and you at the same time. You'll be so confused by the time it's all done that confusion won't even mean anything to you. There will just be the hum a coke machine and the clicker of Friends re-runs surrounding you like embryonic fluid.
Why not be different? Why not hate everything about being the same?Because, everyone's heart beats close to the same rhythm. The pumping muscle draws us out into the universal dance floor in order to look each other over like a baby looks in the mirror. The song that plays us onto life plays for all. The desire to smile and ejaculate and wrestle and raise children lurks everywhere. You eat just like everyone eats.
