Nice, but I made the middle line 8? Maybe just me.

I like the style, never heard of Jackpot. But a nicely done philosophy nonetheless.

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Thus does the necessary angel of the poetic, arrive to save the angel of history, from dying of melancholy in a suffocating world of ruins.

short but amazing nonetheless well done

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~"Victums, Aren't we all?"~

ah, learn-ed versus learn'd.
Perhaps it's an English versus The Queen's English sort of thing. Ha.

I've never heard of Jackpot either.
It just seemed right.

Seems I may have just coined something.

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There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain...
~Poetic-Disturbance a little club I'm in.

Comedy of man.
See: Russian Revolution (Tzar after Tzar),
Comedies by Shakespeare,
Life.

Pretty much. Rebellion in its most prevailent form.

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Neque porro quisquam est qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit...
There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain...
~Poetic-Disturbance a little club I'm in.

Indeed.
I actually find it entertaining - well, in most cases.

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Neque porro quisquam est qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit...
There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain...
~Poetic-Disturbance a little club I'm in.

How true.

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<3_Audrey

"She listens to the Cranberries in the morning to feel wiser at night
(...)"

Short, simple, and straight to the point.

I must say, nicely done. I

As an afterthough: It's amazing how society boasts that the 'choice is ours,' when in reality it really isn't. There is always some wall or bind that keeps people from doing what they really want. It's the status quo or perceptions that others will get. True those who dream learn, and those that are learned dream, because it is a part of life. It's the turning table. When we are young, we are forced to learn. We have facts shoved down our throats till the point of suffocation, and yet we dream. Behold the joys of an imagination. A gift blessed to and embraced by the youth. But to parents....dreaming should come second. Then as time moves on, the tables turn. The child is no more and tainted by the world. Learned and wishing to dream. Wishing that dream was a reality.....and I think I'll stop before I ramble on. Sorry! My fingers got ahead of me.