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Defence of a Hedonist (or a Student)
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Defence of a Hedonist (or a Student) |
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Seaangel Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 167Auckland, New Zealand |
I have money - I feel important. I spent it all on food & buses. Living off the government & so off the taxpayer (& so off myself) is easier when I recall I will be in debt all my life. I write verse in Auckland cafes, watching people & feeling normal. I buy coffee more & more lately, I like the cream & chocolate sprinkles & glossy glowing cups. When I can I sit outside, the sunlight or wind births my skin. So I skip some classes - sometimes I am tired of trying to be alive, sometimes darkness & winter without rain is my curse. When I am alive I know everyone in the room, if they see me or not. Williams' cat & plums pull up a chair & ghostly hair & wetten their places. Words can sing, be colourful, be any kind of art & still be language. If I live, my skin is open & I see things. I used to want to be deaf but that was for the attention. How could I concentrate on anything if I had twelve senses? I would like a lover but this way Nothing is forced on me. I would like to be a voyeur of the world, if I wasn't in it. Right & wrong are guidelines, a social contract I signed, but never read the provisos. I can enjoy a stained glass window in peace, but if I say "My aim is pleasure" armies of guilty voices inform me of morality, responsibility, & prestige. But I ask you, if morality is a pleasure, happiness is a pleasure & punishing yourself is a pleasure (sure a sick one) are you a hedonist? |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Not the normal fare my friend - but then I wouldn't expect it of you. hey - we have to go to Starbucks for a hot chocolate OK - cause we all know that Auckland cafes are just the best!  |
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