heeh2
10-21-2008, 11:29 AM
i wrote this two years ago and i just found it.....it was written with regards to the code in human language that some might recognize or remember and while not consciously being about an identity crisis, i think it was subconsciously about one i had two years ago along with facade now that i understand myself a lot better(and "the code" somewhat).....also, its written how it would be said.....
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we clowns are happy people, happy because we're clowns, and when our paint comes off, we arnt clown any more.....some would say im not even happy any more...., but i WOULD be a person, if my paint hadnt gotten stuck a wile ago...so long ago that i had to discover whats been told prior to this statement......and now i have to be a clown....though noone knows it, and i lack the capability to tell them, i guess thats one of the classes i cut in high school(sarcasm)wich in my opinion, is too much like a factory.............................why am i wearing paint ....what does the rest of me look like...are their others like me?....that put up with it just to see what the next event is going to be....why cant people eight math classes above mine understand what im talking about....why cant people reguarded as intelligent grasp my kind of concepts....why is their paint staying on....WHY IS MY PAINT WASHING OFF!!!............................................ ...............................
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....................................ITBURNS....... ............................
.................................................. ...............i projected myself through my facade once...i unlocked the door from my emotion to the outside world...only to find that 1 layer of paint is more than enough to dilute the same emotions....and the next door was locked from the other side.....
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we clowns are happy people, happy because we're clowns, and when our paint comes off, we arnt clown any more.....some would say im not even happy any more...., but i WOULD be a person, if my paint hadnt gotten stuck a wile ago...so long ago that i had to discover whats been told prior to this statement......and now i have to be a clown....though noone knows it, and i lack the capability to tell them, i guess thats one of the classes i cut in high school(sarcasm)wich in my opinion, is too much like a factory.............................why am i wearing paint ....what does the rest of me look like...are their others like me?....that put up with it just to see what the next event is going to be....why cant people eight math classes above mine understand what im talking about....why cant people reguarded as intelligent grasp my kind of concepts....why is their paint staying on....WHY IS MY PAINT WASHING OFF!!!............................................ ...............................
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....................................ITBURNS....... ............................
.................................................. ...............i projected myself through my facade once...i unlocked the door from my emotion to the outside world...only to find that 1 layer of paint is more than enough to dilute the same emotions....and the next door was locked from the other side.....