Sleep; Puissant Cousin of Death
You carry your memories like a sack of old stones
Though some are lighter than air
Sleep is the place where the bones can rest
Unless the world follows you there
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No- there is no attribution. Assume everything here (images, video, music, writings) is stolen and re-applied.
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The reasoning behind this is to avoid the power of personality that would cloud the intent of these images and words.
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Stealing is important, it is necessary. It is what we do and who we are. We are everyone and we are no one. Stealing is how we culturally stay alive.
No- there is no attribution. Assume everything here (images, video, music, writings) is stolen and re-applied.For more on this idea: [click here] or [click here]
The reasoning behind this is to avoid the power of personality that would cloud the intent of these images and words.
For more information on this idea: [click here]
Stealing is important, it is necessary. It is what we do and who we are. We are everyone and we are no one. Stealing is how we culturally stay alive.
You Know Everything About Me
- Henry Bemis
- The Overlook Hotel -Rm.237
- "The greater truth is that one expresses themselves much better through the texts of others; here is where one has complete freedom of choice, as opposed to being a slave to one's own thoughts." -Anonymous (CM)
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