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Dumpy day...cant sleeeeeeeeep. So here is some self indulgent poo etry.

Pebbles and Ants


I am a reject baby with no spot in this place
my only
..
spots
..
are those placed upon me through the

\ ../
paths
/..\
of my
life c o r r u p t e d
and partly broken,
I walk through this place with a pseudo
opiate smile brought upon me by the endless
droning

of feasting
fucking and temporary merriment


remember children
our time is not permanence. we merely ripen past a prime
and are sent to the waste like so much rotten meat.
Just a blue Light
special.
Hold integrity as long as we will
for truth and virtue,
existentialism and reality are the whores that keep us in line.

Long not for the good old days,
as they were not that good when it gets down to it.
Much as a well appreciated song loses its certain something when recounted to an outsider,
so too does recollection rape and defile the
joy
of our past bliss.

March on little sisters and the like
to the beat of your own drummers.
If you fall into the well worn treads of anesthetic consumerism
let it be of your own choice,
not an addict realizing their addiction to

simplicity
convenience
and a Starbucks lobotomy followed by
sitcoms about buffoonish adults.

Do you follow the path of your life of your own free will?
Or perhaps to you play along because it is what your are told?

Here is a quick test
When it is quiet and your World is

still,

does the sound of your own mind ripple like the water after a small stone breaks its surface?
Do you run to others
like a frightened child who just saw the wizard
behind the curtain;
hoping for some sense of belonging because your own ship is on autopilot?
Right now you are the only one
listening inside your head.
So, mon ami what do you hear?