Elevator Music?

dying for an idea is stupid. you can't touch an idea, or talk to it or kiss it. i always thought i would much rather die for me, one thing that will always be our own. or for someone else, because to invest that much passion in a realm outside our own mind must be worth something, anything.

and yet it is the ideas that go on, beyond the person who lie wayside and forgotten. do you know who invented the concept of lunch break? no? neither do i. but every time the bell rings at 1.20, it's salvation.

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