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I don’t believe in empathy in this world of ours. We are all frightened of others not accepting us, when in reality we cannot accept ourselves. Forging relationships based on lies. Telling ourselves the world is good, so we must reciprocate. This world is corrupted, with people alike. They seek nothing but personal gain, at the expense of your trust. People speak of morality and how it shapes our existence, with not a single person knowing what the consequences are. I’m not afraid of death, in fact i embrace it. For our human world has ruined this once perfect idea of morality, of right and wrong , inflicted its own ideas on what is good and what is bad.

I look forward to death - and the afterlife that awaits.
For empathy to exist there must be morality.
Heaven has no morality.
 

Fire runs through my body with the pain of loving you.
Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you.
Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you.
Consumed by fire of my love for you.
I remember what you said to me,
I am thinking of your love for me.
I am torn by your love for me.
Pain and more pain.
Where are you going with my love?
I’m told you will go from here.
I’m told you will leave me here.
My body is numb with grief.
Remember what I said My Love
Goodbye My Love, goodbye.


Kwakiutl Indian poem 

romantic love provides you the same rush as cocaine

- Karen Fisher 

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Jack White and Ikey Owens. Blunderbuss Tour. 2012.

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Jack White and Ikey Owens. Blunderbuss Tour. 2012.

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The Peacocks (Jack White’s backing band). Roseland Ballroom, New York City.

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The Peacocks (Jack White’s backing band). Roseland Ballroom, New York City.

See Me


What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
Are you thinking, when you look at me —
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply,
When you say in a loud voice — “I do wish you’d try.”

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe,
Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.

Is that what you’re thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME…
I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still;
As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will.

I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another,
A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet.
Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet;
A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;
At twenty-five now I have young of my own,
Who need me to build a secure, happy home;
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last;
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn;
At fifty once more babies play ‘round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead,
I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known;
I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel —
'Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where once I had a heart,
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I’m loving and living life over again,
I think of the years, all too few — gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last —
So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses — see ME!

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Jack and Meg - black and white