Running and running and running as fast as newton knows i can
my legs feel like jelly and my seemingly sensitive tastebuds are bland.
Where am i going to on this dreary, rainy, trepidacious aft of the noon?
I am headed to the place i know so well- definitely not the dark side of the moon.
But what is it for sure? And how do i know when i get to my mind's bastille?
All i can see is the dark, and my taste for the more sordid of passions is not gentille-the fear of jeckyll is real.
Then i think Flying through personal demons is never the same as trying to find a lost kid.
And burying the photos will leave me feeling like an unexpected encounter with uncle Cid.
So i chase the multi-colored midgets through fields of size 12 tennis shoes suspended in air.
And while picking up bird seed i see the townspeoples help-to me-will ensnare.
The big guy says for me to stop by the door and beg for the right to Die.
But I look over the pink haired tranny and exclaim that all i want is pie.
Thoughts like these make me think of the anthropomorphic authority figures facade.
But who among us can say what of our reality is the truest of the true fraud.
I will Bury these ambiguous steely black clouds into the stitch of time that i hate
AND Dont tell me that everything has meaning or that we are here because of fate.
FUCKERS
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2 comments:
i LOOVE IT!
empirical studies show that 90% of the patterns we, as humans, "see", only exist in our mind's eye, as it is human nature to seek order out of chaos. very seldom is there true order, true patterns. but we sure as shit believe in them.
rm
I feel ya. I have struggled with this concept for a while. You know, whats the point when everything is so out of control, etc. I just cant deduce that there is any pattern to life other than everything good and bad goes away. "Accept loss forever" mr kerouac.
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