Thoughts of a Five Minute Mad Man

Sun, 12/08/2013 - 23:52 -- BMGRAVY

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How do I stop from watching the spiders crawl around my bedroom corners?

Are people not spiders? 

Crawling from corner to corner making a mess in order to thrive of flies around my room.

But this mess is so beautifully designed by the spider's own hand. 

Hands are the creators and destroyers of worlds. 

Picasso used his hands. 

He created. 

Who will destroy?

How can one person so insignificant change everything drastically?

How can one person be responsible for humanity having to adjust entirely to a new way of life?

How will I change the world?

Will I be a creator or a destroyer?

Am I spider or a fly?

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