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Limited Resources
03:14
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You have ten days
And no money
An unsuitable place
For the work you must do
For your pride
For no other reason
To hell with convention
Such inconvenient rules
For the work you must do
For your soul
It's long past time to dismiss
Creative prejudice
Like how, “That's not real,” or, “What will they think?”
And “The way I grew up with is the only way that's right”
You have ten days
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Sentinel
04:33
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What cruel misfortune has befallen you
To be born in New York in the winter of ‘32?
‘Twas preordained
So far beyond your earthly control
And we don’t want to see you suffocate
But the cells inside your head won’t cease to dissipate
We contemplate
What your continued existence means
What it means for you
What it means for those around you
What it means for the memory of you
And you will sit there
So numb and unaware of
How your life depends so much on
Eleven tiny capsules every day
The days have come when your own family
Is veiled by neurological mystery
You pierce the fog
For one exhilarating hour
And we don’t want to see you obfuscate
The bedroom one year in you cannot yet locate
We contemplate
What your continued existence means
What it means for you
What it means for those around you
What it means for the memory of you
And I will sit there
So cold and well-aware of
How your life depends so much on
Eleven tiny capsules every day
Holding formation while the others are all away on the journey of life and
Keeping watch over your deterioration is not how I planned to spend my time
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He may not have realized it at the time, but his birth into an affluent family was nothing short of a personal achievement. This achievement was built upon as well as it possibly could have been during the course of his childhood and his early adulthood -- you need only ask his parents.
A good student, and a friend to most, he was accepted into his school of choice with hardly a second thought. As a finishing touch, he secured employment in his chosen field even before he donned his cap and gown.
He accomplished this through pure hard work and nothing else, or so he told himself, forgetting about his upbringing. He was not entirely wrong, as he did put a considerable amount of effort into making it so far, but at some point, rational perspective gave way to something more sinister.
If he was able to be so successful, then what excuse did anyone else have?
This tacit assumption that all people exist on a level playing field is not unique to this young, cisgendered white man. He was successful, and it was all his doing. He had complete control over his life, as did everyone else, regardless of the quality of their lives. Indeed, anyone who was unable to pursue their dreams is an abject failure. Why couldn’t they just work harder? Why couldn’t they just kick their addictions? Why did they have to be so goddamn depressed all the time?
These questions and more echoed between his temples as he drove home late one night, having discussed them with other equally privileged peers. Secure in their self-assessment, they could not for the life of them find the answers.
But he need not worry, for several miles down the road -- moving rapidly towards him -- an inebriated driver was more than willing to offer his input.
And lest we forget, our subject is 100% in control of absolutely everything that happens to him.
All the foresight
All the choices
All the input
All the power
All the glory
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The Bending of the Light
03:23
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The screen finally dims around six AM
Revealing the detail of a thousand distant suns
Having spent the night shrouded in neglect
They shall disappear by the time I fade away as well
The bending of the light disturbs my sentience
But, in truth, it has never meant any harm
I have often argued it is a tool to be utilized
Why I never embrace that view, I may never know
Half a lifetime ago I proclaimed the following:
That people do indeed change over time
An old acquaintance of mine proclaimed otherwise
Both of us correct, and both of us not
Within each person lie static facets
Elements of personality residing on a fundamental level
So ingrained they cannot be changed
It is to these, we discover, we must adapt
The bending of the light disturbs my sentience
It tells me these words may not sit well with others
Society tells me that that is a bad thing
But I'm not looking to be marketable – not right now
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Mark Hennessey Reading, Pennsylvania
Mark wrote his first decent song when he was 14. That was 19 years ago. Since then, he's been writing, playing and recording music in various corners of New York and Pennsylvania, cultivating his own brand of art rock, which comes with a surprisingly personal touch. This sound was first captured on his 2016 solo debut, The Difference Engine, and has been evolving ever since. ... more
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