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FreeDimensional

So many things to do, so much free time to do them.

And not doing them: addiction to freedom gets this bad.

Relationships distort into masochism: I try hard being rejected for perfectly good reasons.
Rejection spells I was right about respect. Failure makes me mock myself, waste freedom and fear my lack of fear.

I'm actually a lovely jerk-to-myself oracle, who says not to believe his own visions.
Life molds to dreams, and I usually dream'em hard enough to inspire people around me.

Not hard enough to inspire myself, though.
Not hard enough to inspire a few important fellow dreamers.

In theory, I'm far from being always right.
In practice, I make trying both fun and worthwhile... even when I'm dead wrong.

People who want to lecture me me, say I'm arrogant.
People who want to praise me, say I'm clairvoyant.

I'm none. I'm no god. I'm no villain.
I'm just a dreamer, who happens to be right and wrong, but never fails to try.
Dreams often miss macroscopic facts, but also highlight tiny details that people value and love.

I used to take details back from dreamworld.
Lately, I'm having a hard time with it.
I'm having a hard time with crazy emotions, too.


I want a detail that's all mine.
I want something I won't ever ask.

I want a lullaby. Just a lullaby.
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monkey

March 2010

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