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Caution: Vision Test in Progress

Caution: Vision Test in Progress

Blur the world around you. Smudge the edges so that you cannot see circular and round. Give yourself a shot, a slap, or naivety. There is no way to filter through all the bad to see that one last ray of light. So black out, fade out, opt out. Just know that even though now everything is hazy, that it still exists
On some days, you decide to put on your glasses and learn about propaganda, media ploys, and what to wear to look good for your bae. But still to this day why should that matter. We should of all been born with 10/20 vision without a want to create adjustable lens. There is always a smart ass in the room trying to evolve our species. Is it so bad to be obsolete but happy?
Today, you do not ask yourself if you can truly see. You take the platter and eat the whole turkey. You break wishbones, cheating to get the bigger half. You walk past homeless without giving spare change. You realize that you have created a different form of blinders. 20/20 does just fine when you can no longer see the bullshit in your peripherals.
There is no negative or positive on the plane that we exist. What are heaven and hell but fancies for our imagination. Energy is not created or destroyed. So whose mirage were we birthed from?



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