I stand among a million crowdcrows, separate but not unattached, watching, they feast on each other as their name suggests, like crows, picking at and consuming the thoughts and mannerisms of the others incestuously. I am wondering how this many voices speak so perfectly in unison, regurgitating the things spoken by the crowd, oftentimes unwillingly and regretfully as they fail to recognize the absence of personal ambition, thought and desire.
The same crowds try to feast on me overlooking my inability to provide philosophy for the masses- expressions of myself seem uninterpretable even to those who have expansive minds. Recognizing this makes me further understand the existence of this people type giving me proof in my studies and providing substantial and inarguable evidence that I stand, appalled but not surprised, among a social crowding known as crowds of crowdcrows.
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