Thought I'd share:
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http://vimeo.com/11219730
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Wicked vid. Wicked song.
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Kiss
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Cough Cough! Excuse me.
What can you say about the people surrounding you? Your friends, your lover, your family?
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What do you know about them? Really know.
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I'll bet you that if you dig deep, you'll find things that have never even crossed your mind. Things like fury, and ugliness, despair, and maybe even some colors, mixed within.
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We can say we truly know someone, but we never do. Though we'll never admit it, of course.
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Who'll be the first to say that maybe, just maybe, that best friend of yours doesn't think you're all that great? Or that your mother doesn't think you'll make it?
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Meanwhile, that random person who just happened to walk by you on her way to work, looked at you, and realized you were unsatisfied. Not that she's gonna stop doing her things to help you. That would be nonsense. She's got stuff to do. And so do you.
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But she noticed. She saw you. She cared, even if just for a micro-second.
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That should be enough. And yet, it isn't.
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We don't want people to know everything about us, but we fight them when they don't. We wanna have secrets, and when someone dares not to know them, it means they weren't paying attention.
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How's that for a logical being?
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Contradictions and absurds. We don't want to share. But we always do. We can't stand listening. But we want to witness. Long conversations. Short memories.
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We don't care. We just pretend we do.
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You know, because it's politically correct and all that shit.
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I care, I think. At least I try to. Not that it makes any difference, once we're all trying. But they're trying because it's politically correct, and all that shit.
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Why are you?
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What do you know about them? Really know.
.
I'll bet you that if you dig deep, you'll find things that have never even crossed your mind. Things like fury, and ugliness, despair, and maybe even some colors, mixed within.
.
We can say we truly know someone, but we never do. Though we'll never admit it, of course.
.
Who'll be the first to say that maybe, just maybe, that best friend of yours doesn't think you're all that great? Or that your mother doesn't think you'll make it?
.
Meanwhile, that random person who just happened to walk by you on her way to work, looked at you, and realized you were unsatisfied. Not that she's gonna stop doing her things to help you. That would be nonsense. She's got stuff to do. And so do you.
.
But she noticed. She saw you. She cared, even if just for a micro-second.
.
That should be enough. And yet, it isn't.
.
We don't want people to know everything about us, but we fight them when they don't. We wanna have secrets, and when someone dares not to know them, it means they weren't paying attention.
.
How's that for a logical being?
.
Contradictions and absurds. We don't want to share. But we always do. We can't stand listening. But we want to witness. Long conversations. Short memories.
.
We don't care. We just pretend we do.
.
You know, because it's politically correct and all that shit.
.
I care, I think. At least I try to. Not that it makes any difference, once we're all trying. But they're trying because it's politically correct, and all that shit.
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Why are you?
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