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a thought process

Sun May 22, 2005, 2:50 AM
loathing.........seeking.........breathi ng........thinking..........

“Please get out, we are only intrested in those who want to learn!” said the teacher.

In all our essence we are savage. Not because of our evils, but because we have that push to
survive and in once over crowded jungles were man was at the bottom of the chain ladder,
we had to climb to the top. The large teeth and claws of our classmates forced us to evolve
the killer instincts that we carry today, into future civilizations. Its no wonder huge amounts
of nuclear waste "cleanse" the waters of the world.

The quest was simple even though filled with moments of anguish and suffering we had but
one goal now we have too many. Each being on a different track and our railroads cross at a
labyrinth intersection, so confusing that no nomad would no where he was headed.
We all have a duty to for fill, to look after what we have been given. Once we realize that
although we have different perceptions of the environment we inhabit it is in actuality the same.
We are all the same, no less no more.

After the first fire was lit the pupils rejoiced for now they could carry on threw the cold winter
storms. A group of pupils that could now cook its meat, developed a ritual for the preparation
there of. “The ritual of the human.”

The “lesser” of the species would stay in-caves, while the “hunters” went out to hunt his fellow classmate with such viciousness that a thousand life times from now we would struggle to feed
our own. This is our “climb” up the ladder. To the Headmaster for whom we have this duty to for fill you have taught us the right from the wrong in your school rules , “had we obeyed”. Would we
still have such famine and wide spread dieses spearing the very heart of our species.

Hunting us unseen in the “modern world” our classmate’s have taken on a new camouflage.
They no longer need giant leaps with razor sharp claws and teeth. They merely need us to breed,
to insure the survival of the second dynamic this is enevitable.They strike at our bodys from the inside,is our classroom that untidy? That it has started to push out the “bad apples” itself, without the permission of the Headmaster on duty or is it the Headmaster’s will that the classroom be cleaned
once every millenia?

Clear away the scoundrels and make the classroom a place for those who want to learn.

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:iconangel-soul:
Thankyou so much for the fav on [link] and the devwatch sweetie :glomp: why dont you have anything in your gallery?

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:iconm357:
its my pleasure, i am still new, so im just checking things out... but i wil give you a preview...let me know what you think... speak soon love

Re-plastering of Bravemen
by BC Tancott AKA - m357


Before I was trained of brave men
Beats of heart dart flashes of light across my window
The shutters slam amaze with thought

Beneath woolen covers motions a rythmic chest,
View eternity in subconscious wooden splinters
The Moulded paint peeling destraught

Open the shutters to dawns duress,
Breathe brave man for today I have a task for you
Lift up from your roots

Reach for the energy of our mother
Swallow her breath her passion for survival
Our seeking in ever endless voices

A Complete re-plastering of stained walls
:iconm357:
all but injury has kept my arm in a solid fibre glass cast, with shattered and bruised ego slings, docter's drips and ever piercing needles silver... i nearly died what a laugh...
:iconspyed:
Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

I offer only the truth, nothing more.

Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill

Fella Point Right spyed, nobody has ever done this before.
Ninja Point Right I know. That's why it's going to work.

Do not try and bend the spoon ...

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:iconadeptus:
thank you for the awesome comment on -Forfiet-. great words. one of them was perfect for my next poem. :P (Lick)
:iconadeptus:
ahh you said you did not like the deviant. :O (Eek)
:iconakashka:
Hug thank you for the comments...

and all the rest... =) (Smile)

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:iconadeptus:
MEST! oh how i Heart corporate punk! lol

so now were gonna roll with the top down seat back rolling in my cadillac.

Poetess Horns
:iconwaiting4chaos:
Thanks for your Comment on Demortality

Really helps to see people commenting on my work.. Thanks a bunch and thanks for the comment of Gemini.

Welcome to deviantART You will love it here if you havnt already been here before.

Thanks again
-Chris

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:iconragdoll:
my butterfly went flutterby so i crawled into my silk tomb to die

where's that from?

anyway, thanks a lot for your comment Hug hope to see some of your work up here soon

...and welcome to DA of course, i'm sure you'll like it here!

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