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intro
00:14
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This is your history: a diary of fossils. This is your legacy. And you're stuck. You're sunk.
You should be scared.
You should be running.
Your old ways are dried up -- your old ways are dying.
Burn down the old.
"Remember the old days when we were so comfortable?"
"Bring back those old ways, when your boot was on my neck!"
You're old.
"Remember the old days? You were so sweet, don't ever change.
Bring back the old days when you never challenged me."
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docile bodies
02:26
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You showed me what it smelled like -- it seemed so intimate. We felt a shift and the optimists among us hoped we couldn't go back. We had conversations of t-shirts and age ranges. We had conversations. We thought we were on to something big! We made promises we couldn't keep (or wouldn't at least). And now we are right where we were before.
And nothing ever really changed.
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4. |
interlude i
00:23
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"Pigs will pay"
Pigs will always be pigs.
Nothing new.
We keep saying: "someday, pigs will pay."
No stop.
No end.
We step aside.
We fall in line.
No different this time.
The tiger is the same to all of us.
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Do you know who cuts your paycheck?
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7. |
interlude ii
00:19
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this sleep is no rest.
we dream through face masks.
we want more, and we'll take it.
coffee is weak.
need pills to sleep.
put tail in mouth and
shoulder down.
we deserve to burn
it down.
we want more (but are so much less).
we are not working: we are burning.
we are the matches,
we are the flames.
we are the flames.
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You love yourself so much that you can't stand to hear a little criticism or even a shit ton. You make fun of everyone for being thin skinned and complain about everyone because of your thin skin.
Your cognitive dissonance is not my problem. You've been sitting by the peg all day, but we see your fucking collar.
We need to be better.
We can be better.
I can't fucking wait to be.
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10. |
dismantle.build.
01:55
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Time: the instant; it's over; your smile.
I've said it before and I'll say it again.
Time: the instant; it's over; your fears.
Those were the best of your years.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: those were the best of your years.
It's tiring to be -- and so easy not to.
Forward looking is for losers.
I've said, "I've said it before and I'll say it again," before, and I'll say, "I've said it before and I'll say it again." again. And again, and again, and again.
-Harris Wittels
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