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Love the glitch. Love yourself.
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I escaped the matrix by flirting and falling and love with the lady in red. Figuring that ignoring the spark she lit in my soul would be the same as looking down the barrel of an agents gun. So I explored the thoughts they threw at me in laughing tones at how she was nothing more then a dream made up. A program with the intention for ruin. But that to me still makes her one of the realist entities ive ever come into contact with. I feel like a glitch in the system never much caring who made who are what or why other then for a indulgent curiosity. Bonuses of information of the infinite mystery she continues to bring me mostly I Assume she does unknowingly. maybe she is just an idea in forever looping evolving consistently emerging thought streams. Which makes me laugh back at those supposed rebels who think they escaped an illusionary trap. I'm no different from her and I don't pretend to be. Love isn't a tragedy. But it does kill me.
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Posted on : Feb 5, 2016
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