all people are weird. they are also you. in the sense that you are the center, the me for them is them. as a species, we have done a good job thus far getting along. we follow roughly, the rules. i think this is partially due to the bible. we are lucky this book is there, to scare us to follow the rules. so we do not covet thy neighbors sheep, lie and steel. we need biblical stories to keep this order. our jails are overflowing and these are the ones that get caught. the rich ones stay out of jails due to their money, and they also break these rules. we barely hold together. we are all a bit naughty, weird and we are all you.

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fought with my loved one today. i am sure it is part of love. in a circle, fighting and loving are on the same circle. we dont fight with people we do not like. we ignore them, we walk away. just as comedy and tragedy are on the same circle, so is fighting and loving. we fought about a few trivial things. we are very different. in ways i think this keeps us interested in each other. by being so far away, so different, we kind of watch each other in a bit of awe as if we dont really understand what the other is doing. and it is this way. but being so far away has its other problems, especially as we spend each day with each other and have to go about the day together.

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i have found, as time goes on,
that life itself, gets harder then.
things in pain, that werent there when,
exceed the past, and contain no fun.

older we get, wiser none.
time bears on, for what fun?
we cannot choose, to find a way,
no point in it all, just hold on.

make a joke, no one laughs,
pointless person, still holding fast.
i wish at times, i found a way,
to slip away, yesterday.