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doing things can be very simple
but it can be  v e r y  h a r d
i so often feel trapped in a tornado
alice without a wonderland, dorothy without an oz
ariel without an aristocratic danish society 
trapped underwater with my dissatisfaction
no storm to destroy my elders, their homes 
the strange past that haunts us all
no shroom will make me trip hard enough 
to disappear into a new universe
where everyone i love isn’t smothered by pain
i read the intro of the wiki page for stoicicism
the path to happiness is found in that which 
we have been given, in not allowing ourselves 
to be controlled by our desire for pleasure 
or our fear of pain, in using our minds to 
understand and to do our part in nature's plan
by treating others in a fair and just manner
i vibed with it. it made sense. all about how 
life gets flipped turned upside down but you have to accept it
that’s how i became the prince of a town called my shitty mind
this poem is called β€œscientology for dummies”
the scene in the master where freddie gets processed
gets deep into his feelings of regret and failure
makes me sad philip seymour died from heroin
i’m sad gandolfini had a heart attack
& i’m sad about brittany murphy’s passing too
they all brought strange beauty into my life
the poem must now come to an end
i opened a book, the line i have underlined is 
β€œan opium-eater is too happy to observe the motion of time”
and so i dedicate this poem to time
and its unstoppable, irredeemable, brutalizing 
horrifying, strange, weird-as-fuck motion
the one thing i cannot escape, so i pray 
to every god that has, does, or will exist
please, give me strength