As it's been so long ago, I'm afraid I can't oblidge you on what you truely want, as it's long forgotten. However, I beleive the conglomerative idea of it all was this: Just who are you speaking of here? Yourself, perhaps? IS this a cry out for respite under pressure? It's well known that art has many aspects, and just one of those happens to be that art is meant to be translated in any way the viewer percieves it as. Thus, a segment of reasoning to the phrase "a picture is worth a thousand words". That's my two cents anyway. Sorry if you were expecting something different.

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My understanding of people isn't dead. It just smells kinda funny.

What I was actually want to know was...what did you percieve when you read it.. heh..
But yes I guess its written from my POV. But I wouldn't call it a cry exaclty.

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Everybody keeps wondering what the answer is to "the question"... My wondering is what the hell is the question?

My little humble perspection? Now, now dear. Mind you, had you been paying attention, you would have known this. (stop staying up so late; this will aid your concentration and deductive abilitys)

I saw it, as you like simplicity, as this: an image of someone crying out in the shadows, standing on a gallow-like structure, crying out unto a crowd of beggers of which are swarming in like locusts on an innocent flower. The person, I see with a cross entwined in rusty chains to their backside. This, I saw, was you. You in the shadows of your own boiling mind's hidden, masked rage. Your about to hang yourself in your own generosity. One way or another. It may be so that you are at a nexus of sorts. Whatever choice you make now will lead you forward into this enivitable outcome, or you may sever the chains of fate that bind you. No one can help you, as you are up there alone, truely alone. This is your own mind. You are your own judge. It's your choice, and no one can stop you.

I hope you don't mind the pessimistic morose tone there, but that's my opinionated percieved ethical, logical truth. And you wanted to know. Perhaps now you'll realize how sad my mind tends to work. I seem to know too much about the mind for my own good, as I can't really do anything about anything to help it. Everyone must, in the end, serve their own just deserts in that arena... Needless to say, as I often say: this quite sucks.

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My understanding of people isn't dead. It just smells kinda funny.

lol yes I shall get sleep.. whevener it's allowed XD (jk)

god, I think your analyzation was more beautiful than the actual work.. very on key too.. ^^ thank you

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Everybody keeps wondering what the answer is to "the question"... My wondering is what the hell is the question?

It....Was a fluke. Yet... Yay! The mental lottery. I seem to be very lucky, though. :/ In that light, anyway. I can't do that kind of analyzation at will and whim; wheras, I'd like the ability to be so submissive to my needs. Yet, I can only merely instigate it, but it's of it's own will.

You humble me... But thank you! Perhaps a shock to the system is the trigger? I fell out of the chair before posting this in avoiding a wood bee. I detest them when they invade my house. Otherwise, peace be with... So...Yay to the bee? The chair? My rattled brain? Lady luck? The fat lady whom you are to light up a cigar as she sings? Meh? Who knows. It all works out sometimes.

And I'm about to overboil here on you. I must stop this recent rambling disposition of my persona...

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My understanding of people isn't dead. It just smells kinda funny.

Jesus makes me think of cheez-itz.

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"The primary benefit of practicing any art, whether well or badly, is that it enables one's soul to grow."
-Kurt Vonnegut Jr

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lol how so?

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Everybody keeps wondering what the answer is to "the question"... My wondering is what the hell is the question?

I donno. Praise Cheez-itz!

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"The primary benefit of practicing any art, whether well or badly, is that it enables one's soul to grow."
-Kurt Vonnegut Jr

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LMAO! lol cheese lover...>>

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Everybody keeps wondering what the answer is to "the question"... My wondering is what the hell is the question?