Monkeys’ Bread Oath to the Blood of the Folded Bedsheet

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    Monkeys’ Bread Oath to the Blood of the Folded Bedsheet

    Oh how we long to be free of these shackles
    These filthy, lovely bonds
    that make us feel as though we belong
    And keep us from gliding into infinity
    with fused spirit thereon
    There is no Maker, as much as there is no Taker
    Oh how I long, for the simple life
    Of a baker

    -Mon Key
     
    Mon Key, Nov 8, 2008
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  3. 1-1-2-3-5-8-13-21

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    I like that.
     
    1-1-2-3-5-8-13-21, Nov 8, 2008
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    Thanks.
    May i ask what you took it's meaning to be?
     
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    I don't know what you meant by this poem, but it sounds to me like you want to stop being human and become godly or divine. Might be a stretch, especially since I have no idea what the point of a folded bed sheet is here.

    Unless this has something to with love, which I don't think it does.
     
    1-1-2-3-5-8-13-21, Nov 8, 2008
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