The Thoughts That Made The Mind Atlas

Just my thoughts for today

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Transcript

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If what you do is based on the policy the government makes, you are the problem, not the government. They say discriminate against men, and you all get together and do it, lowering the self-esteem of any male children you're raising. They say no, those Aborigines don't own the land. You do, you have the deed, here's a gun. You'll say it was the white people, but what about the blacks who did the tracking and showed them the way? Did they do anything wrong? Or does it mean every Aboriginal is a snitch, just like all the white people did genocide? I have my own life and goals. If I was restricted to the stereotype forced on me, I'd have nothing. I never wanted to grow up working six days a week. Two-person families think that's just life, so they live it. I don't, and I don't have to. Working 12 hours a day, six days a week, isn't doing well. It's feeding the reasons countries go to war. I'm not like you. When first asked what I wanted to be, I said artist. School didn't change my mind. An offer to play for the Australian soccer team for money didn't. Years in confrontational situations where turning gay would have made it easy. Even when the alternative was death, I called the bluff and survived. If I haven't reached my moment yet, I've stayed faithful to it and lived many glorious ones. I face people who will never see glory and think a vote will fix things. That's codependency. Australia is a special school for anyone who can't make it on their own or needs a boss. I am my own boss. My goals don't rely on politics and exceed what any politician can imagine. You can dismiss me and crawl to your secret drawer, but you didn't stop me. Sometimes I wish I was retarded like you, glued to the news every day. But when I flick it on, I remember why I prefer watching mold grow and hearing birds chirp. I have room for thought. Your head is white noise, not one thought your own. You have permission to use my thoughts in my public domain mind atlas.