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Self
Everyone would like to know themselves, but is it really possible? After all, many of us spend so much of our time trying to hide our imperfections and flaws that we blend with others. Or at least more than being, ourselves, as one would put it. Why? Why be ordinary? Why not be strange, its not unique, or different, or special, no those are terms used to mask the uniformity various systems demand of their participants. I am now here, you are there, but at some point in time, we have to come to a middle ground of compromise or one submit to the other? This is a silly notion, you are there, I am here, I can see you, you can see me, we should both learn to signal with flags or get cellphones, no compromise, no submission. I am here, I will remain here, because this is where my self lies, and you should do the same, conform to the way you choose, never pick up a magazine, or watch a commercial, or look at an ad and say I need that, I want that, oh, look at her? Her, she's something thats so primed and polished that what is beneath is simple a rotted husk beneath a thick plasticine coating of glimmering delights. Be the person, not the shell, conform to that ideal.
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