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Eating my way to Nirvana

By Neurosine

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Shorn of brilliant intuitions, wandering in constant indecision. My values are so much immediate delusion, I start and I finish in states of confusion. Did I have to wonder why? was it so urgent, that I tried, to eat through the layers, peel away the disguise, when there's always another, it seems so unwise. Again and again, like all the insane, I strive for this sad state of great mental anguish, and pass on through the pain. Is it really all a waste? Does wisdom lie out on the fringes, or in pieces inside every layer? Distributed madly throughout belief systems, does anyone have a real prayer? Written April 7th, 2002 © on Apr 07 2002 10:51 AM PST, Neurosine    0 • 10

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