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Nothing in this world is sacred
No beliefs, no ideas, no cultures
All things are subject to be ruined by vultures
Innocence becomes smut, cute becomes horror, happy becomes sad
But are these truths actually bad?
Is it wrong to corrupt what we say is pure?
Or is it something that we must deter?
Should offensive things be met with aggression?
Or are they simply harmless expression?
No beliefs, no ideas, no cultures
All things are subject to be ruined by vultures
Innocence becomes smut, cute becomes horror, happy becomes sad
But are these truths actually bad?
Is it wrong to corrupt what we say is pure?
Or is it something that we must deter?
Should offensive things be met with aggression?
Or are they simply harmless expression?
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My Dreams Archive (Part II)
27 grudzień 2012
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Miałem dokądś jechać, pociągiem. Z jakiegoś powodu wsiadłem do niego bez biletu i bez portfela. Brak tych rzeczy uświadomił mi się dopiero w połowie drogi. Na najbliższej stacji wysiadłem z wagonu, aby mnie nie złapano na jeździe na gapę. Była to wioska w sercu lasu. Zastanawiałem się, czy wracać na piechotę te 20 km, czy też poczekać na pociąg powrotny, w nadziei, że uda mi się przejechać bez bycia sprawdzanym.
Sen się urwał.
Byłem w innym mieście,
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