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i feel sick
words are not significant when you are an Actor,
a liar, and good at it
being good at lying is never something to
be glad of,
as you can never tell if you are lying to yourself
and, if you are in fact what i said you ought not be glad to be,
then i
am sorry
i have learned that if i am a liar, then
i am a thief
and if i am a thief, then you are a victim
and, if i am a thief and you are a
victim, then i am sick
if i cannot believe myself then reality is
essentially out of reach
if i say i want to help, then i must beg the question:
"who am i to say if i am offering it to you or to myself?"
i want to be real
i want feeling to be definitely and
eternally defined in my person as
untrustworthy
so, if i feel like an Actor and hence feel like i'm sick, then
i must deem myself part traitor
and, if part traitor, then i am already fundamentally an Actor
but, my mind is war and if this is for a facade of intelligence and/or art,
at least i've got "perhaps"
thus, perhaps
some poetry is like a tetanus shot for my flu,
not inherently, generally bad, but
misapplied and miswritten
so that feelings and poetry appear to be in quite stark contrast yet nearly similar simultaneously
being an Actor and a writer is, therefore, an incredibly dangerous business,
for, in that case, lovely and commended, yet a scoundrel, is what you may very well become
and, so, being such a good thief as to be capable of stealing from myself, what do I have knowledge of?
general, assumed, compartmentalized comprehension of basic human nature encompassing multitudes of complex individuals seems attainable simply because of
the broadness of the spectrum
due to the closeness of myself to myself, the spectrum is greatly magnified as the area of
observation diminishes
hence, details simply become poison,
a hindrance to my blissful ignorance that is becoming less and less existent
but, as an Actor, existence feels relative anyway, so what do i even have left?
her? that is emotion
myself?
also feeling
God.
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