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apathy is harder than it looks
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22.9.03
I aspire to be a sponge; a sponge in all manners. Sponges are gods. Sponges are black holes. Sponges are collaberations of thousands of singled celled organisms, a colony. They are dead civilizations used for scrubing another's floor. We are all part of various sponges that will inenvitably die. We are sponges in ourselfs, our brains nothing more than a collaberation of thoughts and feelings, each one a cell. We love our immediate sponges, obsess over them and forget the rest. Larger ones we take part in lie out of our vision. Smaller ones give us headaches when we try to look into them. I wish to see all of my sponges and embrace them. One person cannot truely understand himself until he knows what he is part of. (Thank you mr moore the the english skills)
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