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"We are conditioned to this prison, the walls of our world.
The illusion of free will, the illusion of control."

For we never are in complete control of ourselves;
Time is invisible yet so clear and unsure.
Occasionally stopping for a brief moment just to prove what it is.
We war against ourselves each day.
Trying to be who we aren't, who we were never meant to be,
Pulling each other apart one day at a time. Till there is nothing left,
except a fragmented picture of who we could have been.

Who we should have been.

But, time cares for nothing and no one. Its faithful to its purpose.
Time becomes everything, inconsiderate, indifferent, merciless
and yet subtle, hidden all around us. Making fun of us.
Moving only one way. Away from us. Escaping us.

A Galaxy far far away.

The need to be rescued never crossed your mind, did it.
I pity that boy who swung by in his shiny armour.

You left a dent in it.

Tsk tsk.

(:

Stress Busting[Venting Techniques] Chaper 1:

Words can go only so far;
And then comes your powerful drop kick,
which you've been practicing on your pillow,
that bears a certain resemblance to your brother
or others deemed worthy of this abuse.

You know its powerful as you've imagined it
many-a-times, staring at your target with that
ice cold vacant expression; perfected after years
of steven segal, arnold swadj-his name, etc.
Anyway, back to the stare. Silence.
Then [Whoosh] slow motion descends upon the scene,

You notice your knees moving towards your nose, and then
start to project forward toward the subjects nose.
There are no immediate cries of
pain at this moment(due to slow-mo),
Just a close-up of what cgi can do.

[Note: This technique is effective, possible, tested and approved]