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'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!!
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##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #486 !!
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#########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !!
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##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "Exploring Yourself... Healthy?" !!
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##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: by -> Postal !!
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..:::::..::::.....::::........:: 2/10/99 !!
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I've have such beautiful dreams. Sometimes I lay in bed and dream,
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(invading my hours of sleep, well, more so replacing them.) I dream of
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people, of places. of far away lands. There are nights when I see
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carriages led by horses in a huge processional, in the honor of no one.
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There are times when I dream I'm laying in the the greass consuming the
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air with greed that is so vastly provided. I see the sky and the clouds
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as they drift aff into another dream. There are times when I feel the air
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on my face, the heat on my skin, the smell of the crisp air devouring
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every sense. These are the dreams of a lifetime. Of an infinite place and
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time, where sensation is an illusion and illusions, as we all know, are
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merely fantasy.
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There is a solemnity in these dreams of mine. A security. Far
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from the nightmares of storm clouds and devastation. A oneness with
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everything and nothing all at once. A separation within unity. A
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happiness in sorrow, a light in darkness. All of these dreams are like
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a child's kaleidoscope. Swirling, an undulation fo shapes and colors,
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almost to the extent of insanity. But, a kaleidoscope has no existence
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with out the sun. If the burning, heavenly sphere blows it's last
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exhausted breath and dies away, so do the images it provided in a
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cylindrical tube. Dependency on the sun is unhealthy and unimaginable.
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Yet, strangely, a necessity. Why look into the ground for air. Why into
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the light for darkness, why into yourself for peace. A kaleidoscope of
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disease and misfortune is all you'll see.
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There is a system of peace and government of which we all abide.
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No chaos, no deviation. No outbreaks. But, to dare to expand yourself
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from this box, is to become a creature far higher in existence than
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humans. To become god-like, in a sense. To feel freedom and growth, no
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longer restriction and contentment. Enjoy nothing unless it is
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uninhabited by limitations, and fear. Trust no one, unless it is
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insincere. For sincerity is the root of trickery and lies. Believe no
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one, not even yourself. Growth within is like a butterfly. It knows not
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it's destination or it's new skin, yet it lives the same; minute by
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minute. Day by day. Spread your wings into a new existence. A glorious
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existence unto...
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"Postal, time for school."
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God-damn, what the fuck was I thinking. I'd better lay off the
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caffeine. Oh well, off to school.
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(Enter Floyd, "We don't need no, education")
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!!========================================================================!!
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!! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #486, WRITTEN BY: POSTAL - 2/10/99 !!
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