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Why not bravely cross the line that everyone has crossed before? Unless you cross some new lines for originality...but that would be hipster.
Well there are real obstacles. Yes. Some are the dull hum of the alarm clock that slowly rises at times so no other sound could be heard. But that sound always drops to the lowest, imperceivable hum. You forget you have burdens or obstacles. With a puffed up chest and cock-of-the-walk attitude you go out there. It's a dream you're in at the time. A new surreal reality. Lucidity slowly cracks and life/reality cave-in to form one reality. You drive your flashy convertible at crazy speeds through the most dangerous areas. You hit ramps and hills to make your car fly. But, just as you're about to pull off a jump in the style of Thelma and Louise, the ravine seems larger. Just as you begin to hesitate – to wonder if you should make the jump – you hear it. It is, again, a low hum. You change radio stations but it only gets louder. Just as you near the ravine – it turns to blaring. Suddenly you see the depth of the ravine – and as if in some ACME production – run back the way you came – the convertible has vanished and the poof of vanishing smoke becomes your walkway back to the other side. Once you touch foot on the other side – you're back – dejected. Your obstacles blaring in your mind; your arms and shoulder heavy with the thoughts . The scenarios play out in your head and each one is a throbbing vessel. Each one weights down heavier. And you slump back into your comfortable life easing the throbbing and the blaring of the alarm. Again, the alarm is no more than a hum. And as you lick your wounds, you wonder why you are still there on that couch – and what it is that holds you back. It couldn't be that hum. That imperceivable hum...
Why not bravely cross the line that everyone has crossed before? Unless you cross some new lines for originality...but that would be hipster.
Well there are real obstacles. Yes. Some are the dull hum of the alarm clock that slowly rises at times so no other sound could be heard. But that sound always drops to the lowest, imperceivable hum. You forget you have burdens or obstacles. With a puffed up chest and cock-of-the-walk attitude you go out there. It's a dream you're in at the time. A new surreal reality. Lucidity slowly cracks and life/reality cave-in to form one reality. You drive your flashy convertible at crazy speeds through the most dangerous areas. You hit ramps and hills to make your car fly. But, just as you're about to pull off a jump in the style of Thelma and Louise, the ravine seems larger. Just as you begin to hesitate – to wonder if you should make the jump – you hear it. It is, again, a low hum. You change radio stations but it only gets louder. Just as you near the ravine – it turns to blaring. Suddenly you see the depth of the ravine – and as if in some ACME production – run back the way you came – the convertible has vanished and the poof of vanishing smoke becomes your walkway back to the other side. Once you touch foot on the other side – you're back – dejected. Your obstacles blaring in your mind; your arms and shoulder heavy with the thoughts . The scenarios play out in your head and each one is a throbbing vessel. Each one weights down heavier. And you slump back into your comfortable life easing the throbbing and the blaring of the alarm. Again, the alarm is no more than a hum. And as you lick your wounds, you wonder why you are still there on that couch – and what it is that holds you back. It couldn't be that hum. That imperceivable hum...
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