under confusion of depth and negativity
do people only want happy friends or friends to make them happy like surrogate mothers in a world where we've been timely ripp'd and transported to the city with its burning sulphuric lights lingering. but time is a construct. and when we are all crying in the [p]aternity ward and not reaching over to the next cot to give boo-boo kisses ... does this make me wrong or make me mentally sick. i hate question marks shaped like carving sickles to disembowel and disturb turbulance. and from my far away anthropological perspective i've seen negativity for negativity's sake because reality is the opposite of nice and good and accept happiness. avril lavigne's scowl is real & henry rollins' crossed arms are real. depressed artists are real. acknowledging the absurdity of life is real. acknowledge & appreciate: why do we see them as ends?
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