I
life’s monotony
diminishes hope; we sit
procrastinating
II
celebrities shine
prancing on unfurled red mat
plebeians adore
III
days spent surviving
debt repayment and dreaming
happiness forsook
IV
stagnant forgotten
grandma doilies stretched out,
the besmirched masses
There isn't a mission. There isn't a goal. It's just words on fake paper, sliding and tripping and flowing all over the place, because we're all full up on words in here and there is no way we can keep them inside. Like Tony says, "Nothing in here is true."
Monday, January 16, 2006
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