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Wed, 02 Feb 2011 15:54:00 -0800 Formula http://silentsociety.posterous.com/formula http://silentsociety.posterous.com/formula as the dopamine drips from my receptors, saturated and stimulated by your formula I consumed, just a short time ago. I feel so very soft and warm. the wind is so cold, and the snow is blowing, my skin is getting numb. I do not feel the cold as it really is. i did not know the ground was so cold, i lost the feeling of my shoes minutes ago. The burn will not hit me for a while. I am so very soft and warm.

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Sat, 07 Aug 2010 22:37:00 -0700 Time and Distance http://silentsociety.posterous.com/time-and-distance http://silentsociety.posterous.com/time-and-distance

I imagined a place once, where when we die we all fall through the floor, and slide into this world. It is  world with no time. As I come to conclude, time is folded on itself, zig-zag, to and fro. Time weaves, and moves like a snake through the universe. In this place people from the future, the past, and present gather. Talking of the time they lived in, the things they knew and seen. Time did not exist in this place. The time above us is only a way for people to measure the distance from birth and death. A frame of reference, we experience to build us and give us a way to relate. Something to hold and see. Until we fall off the ride, and let the train of time pass over us. Into a mist, and fog, we fall, down into this place. A small white, glowing, box, with infinite space.

This is a place where we can stop, and never worry about time and distance again.

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Mon, 26 Jul 2010 22:19:00 -0700 lament http://silentsociety.posterous.com/lament http://silentsociety.posterous.com/lament

for all you do, and succeed, i sometimes don't say. the things i should say are sometimes tapped inside. for all you need, i feel i'm being left behind. i can't give you much out here. i look at myself sometimes. i feel like i fail you more often than not. just know that i really do love you. with all my heart. i am proud of what you do.

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Wed, 07 Jul 2010 20:06:00 -0700 Oblation http://silentsociety.posterous.com/oblation-0 http://silentsociety.posterous.com/oblation-0

When your sorrow overtakes you in the moment darkness is all around,  remember I bring my love as security for your sanity. I can’t let you fall into the abyss of solitude among company. People surround you and yet you are alone. Driven by anxiety from thoughts, panic is not real.
You let it fall short, face down into the cold ground. People surround you yet you never talk frozen. Your panic is not reality, eyes out of focus. I can’t let you fall into the abyss of solitude among company.

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Wed, 07 Jul 2010 19:57:00 -0700 Directions http://silentsociety.posterous.com/directions-95 http://silentsociety.posterous.com/directions-95

Without anything to hold on to, falling into the whole, hole, complete confusion.

Give up man, and let it go. Do something new,knew, knowing what it is you want to be.

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Mon, 05 Jul 2010 19:31:00 -0700 Controlled http://silentsociety.posterous.com/controlled http://silentsociety.posterous.com/controlled

Does any really care about your percieved acend to power?

Does anyone really care about you at all?

Outside these walls, your nothing more than a hollow man,

Outside these walls you're just better off dead,

Do you ever notice about how they control the life around you?

Does anyone really care about that at all?

Outside these walls, everyone yelling for more of you,

outside these walls, you're better off dead,

Outside these walls you mean nothing

 

 

 

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Tue, 29 Jun 2010 18:23:00 -0700 How Can? http://silentsociety.posterous.com/how-can http://silentsociety.posterous.com/how-can

How can we make a life in a bed you made with his last name, hiding in the covers, with shadows overhead, nothing left unsaid?

How can you look me in the face cross-threaded in loves escape, running from rain, with the fire overhead, nothing left upset.

 

She once skipped through fields of green, flowers in hair, I was the one who ran in circles out there,

She once ran through the rain, sliding round, I was the won who always fell down, smiling from the pain.

 How can we make a life in a bed you made with his last name, hiding in the covers, with shadows overhead, nothing left unsaid?

 

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