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"destruction of the disgusting ugly hate." - Soko

I have empirical evidence chemicals and hope have the same affect on the mind. “Know what I’m saying?”

If I worked for the pound I would spin gold from animals. Butterflies and unicorns. Teddybears and rats.

I’m as mad a a rattlesnake at the cold and anesthesia. Does a spring leaf have the hope put in it as much as a rose?

   I will fall soon. Please gravity come and get me. I’m as transparent now as a dream. When you want me you will know where to come and get me. I’m like low hanging fruit from some twisted root. Dangling from some old tree. No matter how bad are their screams. No one here gets off scott free.

   There is no one here to apologize to. I have worn out my welcome mat long before you had invited me home. I used to believe in my ability to be free. Now I’m surrounded by hope surrounding me surrounded in stone.

   Now all I hear is, “I don’t give a fuck when and where you go. Either way you’ll do what you’ll please. One way or the other, one of us has to leave. It’s just life. Since you can’t get it together we do what we need. One arm bandits with an option for a high five is a tragedy.

Don’t wander with a scale to measure your heart and your worth. It’ll be a comedy. They will squeeze from you what you thought once as pure. You’ll find yourself a ringmaster in a circus of fleas.”

   I wonder if wise old people suffer? I hope not.

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‘m going to have a sitdown with Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, and the Stones. We’ll moan till the morning light makes us sleep. I hope the “little yellow birdie”, tomorrow gets a chance to peep.

I wonder if wise old people suffer? I hope not.

My best friend owns guns and bullets. A secret room and arsenals. Maybe not in that order. Either way one can never get along with another. Over across the ocean, DMZ’s, and the border. They will be someone’s sister, daughter, one armed  woman named Trudy, who doesn’t shut up, especially when we agree, I’m not satisfied if you take it like I was acting like me. I just didn’t think it was ok to wish I was, part of you, that I could be anyone else. "Lord I don’t care just bring me the new, quickly, I’m here thinking of another.

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