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Posted: 09 Dec 2025 07:39
by BeN1

Re: A message to friends too

Posted: 09 Dec 2025 18:34
by theone
Of all the things that are taken from us by the ones we cant see, our freedom, our requirement to spend our lives working unnatural jobs and eating unnatural foods, being told what to do and think, held and exploited for our very souls, anguishing and suffering under the constraints of what is expected from us by society, there has been one thing the devil has never been able to take from us: our Words.

Words are what free us from the captors. And despite every effort to take those words away, nothing we can do is more influential as human beings than our creative ability to write and speak. The more controversial the words, the more desire there is to censor, but that in itself gives the speake an irreverent, everlasting power.

Giordano Bruno was burned at the stake for his words, and even to this day, apologists justify that action. But through fire those words became immortal. The same goes for many cases. Many places out there want nothing more than to stop you from speaking and expressing yourself. This is not one of those places.
No one can ever take that away from you. Your words are your light.

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Posted: 10 Dec 2025 05:03
by BeN1

Re: A message to friends too

Posted: 11 Dec 2025 01:43
by packajos000
theone wrote: 09 Dec 2025 18:34 Of all the things that are taken from us by the ones we cant see, our freedom, our requirement to spend our lives working unnatural jobs and eating unnatural foods, being told what to do and think, held and exploited for our very souls, anguishing and suffering under the constraints of what is expected from us by society, there has been one thing the devil has never been able to take from us: our Words.

Words are what free us from the captors. And despite every effort to take those words away, nothing we can do is more influential as human beings than our creative ability to write and speak. The more controversial the words, the more desire there is to censor, but that in itself gives the speake an irreverent, everlasting power.

Giordano Bruno was burned at the stake for his words, and even to this day, apologists justify that action. But through fire those words became immortal. The same goes for many cases. Many places out there want nothing more than to stop you from speaking and expressing yourself. This is not one of those places.
No one can ever take that away from you. Your words are your light.
https://youtu.be/ewcWq40EuFY?si=cCrNg43hARTEZUBd

Re: A message to friends too

Posted: 11 Dec 2025 02:47
by theone
packajos000 wrote: 11 Dec 2025 01:43
theone wrote: 09 Dec 2025 18:34 Of all the things that are taken from us by the ones we cant see, our freedom, our requirement to spend our lives working unnatural jobs and eating unnatural foods, being told what to do and think, held and exploited for our very souls, anguishing and suffering under the constraints of what is expected from us by society, there has been one thing the devil has never been able to take from us: our Words.

Words are what free us from the captors. And despite every effort to take those words away, nothing we can do is more influential as human beings than our creative ability to write and speak. The more controversial the words, the more desire there is to censor, but that in itself gives the speake an irreverent, everlasting power.

Giordano Bruno was burned at the stake for his words, and even to this day, apologists justify that action. But through fire those words became immortal. The same goes for many cases. Many places out there want nothing more than to stop you from speaking and expressing yourself. This is not one of those places.
No one can ever take that away from you. Your words are your light.
https://youtu.be/ewcWq40EuFY?si=cCrNg43hARTEZUBd

April 8th

Crawl across toward your window
I'm calling softly from the street
Always a lonely widow
Half awake and sleeping on my feet

I'm of age but have no children
No quarter phone booth calls to home
Just late television
Inside my bedroom all alone

There is no use in waiting
Offer up your steps so I can climb
Show me all your figure paintings
Etched in the middle of the night

Let me stretch upon your carpet
Let me hear the rain tap on your street
Knowing I am safe on the inside
Blankets wrapped and drifting off to sleep