Sunday, December 12, 2010

another post of poetry, the new post for the last months

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Hey people, I went to a hypnotist

Dear Blog,
Everything someone says goes in. More than you think, what you see, and what your friends say, goes in, freakishly, to this thing called the subconcious. I gotta new theory your subconsious is another mind just like you cept it has to deal best it can with what you do to it. It is exactly like your mind, consious, it chooses logical steps, except it has to deal with you. It is freakish, I say once more.

You, ok I just flicked through a dog training book, are just after a reward, and like a dawg you last about two seconds while you can assosiate reward with action. It is freakish, but this is all intertwined.

I said. Back when I was a serf, "duudddddddddee, I aren't going to go to a hypnotist, man. Noone is touching me for money. They can't touch my sole for a cent, the freaks, they also I can't let someone influence me like that, I can't get freebee stuff. I am against anything that costs, maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannn".

The way I see it now is I am like an aboriginal traveller in a primative land. And I payed someone for a skill. A skill that I'll use and wonder about for years.

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