Which came first the idea or the need?
The mind manufactures desire even against the body’s will.
They’re inextricable which means you can’t tear them apart.
The meat and the electricity the action and the thought.
The impulse to appetite supersedes any reason to forgo.
Never too tired to sin I can do it again and again.
I know better which gives the experience added dimension.
The complexity is another tangle of fiber and fever.
I can untie knots or abandon myself tripping over loose threads.
When I assume a posture of devotion my back aches.
I can only hold this position for a moment before I fall over.
There’s a certain drive or energy that emits from this… nice.
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Thanks, that’s nice to hear.
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Oh well, what the hell
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It works better with Orwell, but I take your point.
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I really was impressed when I first read this poem, and just couldn’t come up with a comment that fitted the passion when I read this-oh well, what the hell. in the different setting I cracked up and knew what to write, right?
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Right, I like that comment because, in a kind of Buddhist sense, it fits with the idea of helpless resignation in the poem. Perhaps Yoda would be a more constructive reference than Orwell: Do, or do not. There is no try.
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