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I am obviously not the one, that finds the cutting of the bough on which we squat on, the cutting of it with united forces, and the elevation of the cutting to a social virtue, particularly meritorious.
But I'm cutting on it - just like any brave one else. If you claim you don't cut on it, you live in jeopardy - you could be thrown off, and miss the chance of beeing slayed by the bough when it's through...
... (a line of pensive break... ?)
or the alternativ of attending the party live, as it is rising, pardon me, falling...
We live in a free world, you can decide, if you want to go down with the bough, or without it...
Some stand right under the bough though, so they don't miss the end at least...
the last one squatting on the bough before it breaks is a winner. Yeah, that's the one who's really made it in life.
... (another line of pensive break... you may read on, even if not comprehended...)
Mirror of your misery, observer of your deeds, nourishment of your spirit, vampire of your soul, adrenalin of your excitement, endorphine of your redemption, balm of your wounds caused by your own ignorance, wings of your dreams, golden cage of your fears, your master, your pupil, your father, the affliction in your nightmares, the shiver of your expectation, or even not,
- what ever...