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The cognitive dissonance caused by a society that tells its children to “follow their dreams” through messages in films, literature, etc. and then punishes them for not choosing safe, money making careers in adulthood is fascinating, to say the least.
I dream that we are swimming
in a lake of corpses and
all you want to do is
take them home and
pretend their lips aren’t blue.
You want to dance and kiss me hungry,
but the bodies are still there,
dressed in your Sunday best,
uneaten apples rotting before them.
Why are we always trying
to breathe life into dead things?
Why does nothing stay buried?
It’s noon, and ghosts are only
haunting us because we let them,
because we made a place for them here,
in our home, in our heavy hearts.
We are pumping electricity into our veins
and calling it light,
calling it the sun,
calling it God.
You are kissing me hollow,
and we call it love;
we pretend that the bodies
are no longer there,
that the voices
in our heads
are our own.
the fact that there are animals who can see colors that i cant which means that there are colors that exist that it is literally impossible for me to envision is such fucking bullshit that i wanna rip open a couch and eat it
Humans have 3 types of rods for processing color (red green and blue). Mantis Shrimp have 16.
Fucking shrimp. I will NOT be jealous of food.
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