

Sight's ThieveryWhat may be seen with eyes open wide is often that of false belief. Given the blinding of vision our eyes are but a thief.Sight's Thievery
They take images of innocence and portray them as social distortions. Unable to appreciate anything of goodness the weak mind gives way to thoughts' abortions.
Seeing what we think there is no longer thought without sight. Associations with wanting to see wrong is robbing us of what is right.
Maybe then with eyes gently closed beauty may arise not from the pre-conceived. Appreciated without judgement the truth, a


TruthsAre lies' aggressions lessened by eventual confession or is the regression of the truth's rejections causing more supression?Truths
It is of this deception that the rejection of truth is in one's own perception despite the immediate detection of the lie's conception.
If one's confessions of lies uncorrected leads to another's depression then is it of actual progression to utter such indiscretions?
In deeper reflection of the truth's deceptions I've decided it is not the lie that needs inspection....


MistakesMake no mistake my mistakes need no correction. I correct what I've done by mistaking my direction. I am unknowing of where I am going and going there quite blind. Blinded by no expectation unknowing of what I may find. I will arrive where I end my ending will salute my arrival's conclusion. Concluding my departure's ending I salute my mistakes' confusion.Mistakes


"We"Unable to adhere to unknown truths for knowing what might be. One waits in solitude in the idea of "we". She is abandoned by nothing of importance and everything of less. The truth is smothered by insincerity and is impossible now to confess. It has been long unacknowledged while present in the mind of the untold. A love unable to accept the unchanged for he is nothing to behold. Knowing in her heart what was she adheres now to what must be. Free from smothered truths she refuses to wait for "we"."We"


BlockedHere is this language, lovely and divine Spoken are these words, beautiful but not mine Yours is the mind I would like to claim Will you not admit my thoughts are the same?Blocked
In just one moment you've determined my worth Enclosed in this box, this masterpiece you've birthed You first my dear, my block is a curse You're unwrapping my layers with every verse
Between these minds lies a very thin border Obvious is the message but I cannot order My will is well but my mind is weak
Here are the thoughts into words I can't speak
Unaware of intentions, you'll
Devious Comments
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Goobers, Goobers Everywhere
Not a spot to think!
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Vedder makes everything better...
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Goobers, Goobers Everywhere
Not a spot to think!
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Vedder makes everything better...
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Goobers, Goobers Everywhere
Not a spot to think!
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Vedder makes everything better...
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Goobers, Goobers Everywhere
Not a spot to think!
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Vedder makes everything better...
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Goobers, Goobers Everywhere
Not a spot to think!
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Vedder makes everything better...
<3
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an artist is like a tin of beanz, once opened it should be eaten in 3-5 days. :-/
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Vedder makes everything better...
Water is good when you've ran six miles up hill.
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Goobers, Goobers Everywhere
Not a spot to think!
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Vedder makes everything better...
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Vedder makes everything better...
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Goobers, Goobers Everywhere
Not a spot to think!
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Vedder makes everything better...
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Goobers, Goobers Everywhere
Not a spot to think!
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Vedder makes everything better...
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an artist is like a tin of beanz, once opened it should be eaten in 3-5 days. :-/
in other words, i made a deviation for you. =]
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an artist is like a tin of beanz, once opened it should be eaten in 3-5 days. :-/
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Vedder makes everything better...
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Goobers, Goobers Everywhere
Not a spot to think!
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Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam
(I have a catapult. Give me all your money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head)
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