

A little criticism for PlatoManifestation of Utopian GuidelinesA little criticism for Plato
Platos ideals have helped form the moral and political norms that we, as citizens, utilize today. Socrates spoke, in The Republic, of a metaphysical world that we should model our own society to. His guidelines are strict and utopian concerning education and media. But with his particular ideals of censorship, concerning education and media, perceptions of morality can be altered according to the agenda of Empire. Citizens are being engineered to serve a particular role as proletariats, consumers, good people of God, and patriots; each of said designations supports each


Souls at PlayYou are an oasis of color in deserts of gray. And if you are a mirage, imagine me runningSouls at Play
About the deserts alone, gleeful in my madness But Glory, happiness is a race against mortality. And the blue perfection in the form of eyes,
Wells that never run dry. I have studied these, like words I have chose to use. Dreams go winding through your eyes.
And every time I close my eyes against that dull Gray sun, I can see you kissing at me with closed eyes. But there is so much to say And if words are puppets, Then I should be vigilant not
To have the string


untitled 2Let my muse be the autumn, the devil's choice in crayons. Let the winter be my tragic tale of loneliness... Mark my springs as epiphanies for myself Let me arrive where I've arrived at in the beginning. Let me love you forever. PLEASE!untitled 2
I see your eyes, every time I close mine. I have the image in my head, all I have to do trace against a canvas I call my brain, It seems I'm the only patient lamb,
not waiting for the shepard, but the other lamb.
To decide the shepard, a lamb himself.


are you dreaming tonight?Are you dreaming tonight? Of lips that last met in passion? And I with my simple Metaphor that just wont cut it anymore, Slip away, Still away. And mad thoughtsare you dreaming tonight?
Of me loving you Were fermenting in my mind; Like with wine,I couldnt wait
To get drunk on.
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
RULES:
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Send this rose to everyone you care about!!
ps
Love how "Love Me Not" ends.
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"[LSD] went on for years. I must have had a thousand trips. I used to just eat it all the time."
- John Lennon, 1970
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this sentence is not true. neither is this one.
this message is copyrighted. any violation of copyright is punishable by law and will have very serious repercussions; this may imply horrible torture and/or extensive kissing.
batteries not included.
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And if the many sayings of the wise
Teach of submission I will not submit
But with a spirit unreconciled
Flash an unquenched defiance to the stars.
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Did you bring gold or silver to set me free, to save my body from the cold gaol walls and my neck from the high gallows tree?
I've no gold, no silver to set you free, for I've come to see you hanging! hanging on the high gallows tree.
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the next time someone presumes to know the real you, tear your shirt open to reveal the squirming cluster of lampreys you keep on your chest.
glad you like him!
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