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Lost in our minds (Acid)
Body going forward
Her mind not progressively moving
Look up at the tree and climb with all your strength
The higher she gets the more her eyes open up
As she reaches the top she becomes more exhausted than a 60 hr per week
Working waitress
As she knows with death comes a new form of life
She lets her body die
But her mind wanders in the wind
acid trip
as god is a she I suppose death an image as drug-waitress is par as a she. If equal rights and equal pay, also equity with death liberating acid as a metaphor for she goes with the territory; the femat harbinger of death. Disturbing - we are conditioned to think of death as exclusive male terrain. Charon syndrome. Liberatingly aweful and awesome at once. ~s~
wow
I got exhausted just reading that line! 60 hrs a week waiting tables would make me lose all faith in humanity.
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Ashley
Great Shit!!!
Great Shit!!!
Thanks so much
Thanks so much