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somehow i think self sustained is successful.
i am wrong. oh so very wrong.
as happy as you can be sad. as fair as you can cheat.
this upside down treadmill has dropped me on soft skull
denting reshaping reevaluating nothing. no thing. not one.
chicken skin, i am peeling off layers. i am meat attached to bone.
i got a gunshell. unfilled. i make zooming sounds as it passes my ear
i imagine danger. i would like to believe it's imminent. that's a crock.
when
i
die
the sounds
the glorious rhythm
won't
mean
jack.
yet i can pretend with the best of them.
bank account dwindles and we bleed sweat all over beds bought on
credit cards, apr financing, the moment the system shows its belly
we grab spears, sticks, sharp shiny things and stab the fucker
like a prone pinata. candy coins yum, i eat like a king i act like
a petulant prince, and i own amounts of air given to me for
breathing by corporate ration. three piece men own the towers
of Babel and Wall Street. they forget about decay and death.
they
just
find
peace as
peace is
forgetting
the
details.
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