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Lies, damned lies, baloney and innuendo…

Regardless, shit sticks, as they say in the classics,

or is it just me, spinning my wheels.

… O’ futility!

(Is this my lot?)

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Oblomov

I’m tired of the story, the constant indulgence, the character development, the self-righteous soul-baring, the family and friends, the prissy do-gooding, the cooking and lifestyle tips. They seem to think I give a shit (occasionally, I suppose I do). They seem to think that I will stay tuned for inordinate episodes in coming weeks, months and years, to learn how America’s sweetheart gets on in life. But, really, I’ve had my fill. Today, I unplug, unsubscribe, say sayonara, goodbye. … Go back to reading Oblomov.

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(To be continued…)

       

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#FollowMe #FollowBack

Money, decadence, American dream…

The more you have, the more you get,

the more you are forgiven.

I know how it goes,

I’ve watched television,

and spoken to the Guatemalan

who picks up your trash.

Something like CSI.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Fetal Position 1

Awake, I feel the pain, an illness, a vileness inside, it’s all-consuming.

My sole coherent speech is to beseech Jesus. …

My head spins, internal, diabolical swim.

I seek a dark space, a semblance of sensory peace,

before my soul completely dissolves. …

I hold my breath and shut my eyes.

… My only escape: tomorrow.

I hope,

I can dream…

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Mindblowing Pain

Screw today’s news!

We’re still processing, dealing with, and trying to get over

our yesterdays.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Spill

Seconds from being happy,

I spill my coffee …

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Perfidy_ Flowers & Knife

Enemies, and friends,

family members, near and dear,

*will* stab you in back.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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When *things* seem to lose meaning,

when inversion and perversion become the norm,

when figureheads disgrace themselves,

when one set of money and power fights another,

when the people (the masses, so as to say) are spat-upon pawns…

It’s OK, don’t despair, turn on the TV,

go online, browse Twitter…

There are myriad experts who will tell you what to think,

what to believe, what to know,

self-proclaimed experts who delight in the cacophony of confusion…

No, no, it isn’t true, it’s all delusion:

Elvis, indeed, has left the building.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Unplugged

I’ve seen enough,

experienced too much,

my mind is fucked,

time to unplug.

(To be continued…)

 

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migren

Soon thereafter, however, the feeling fades. A new self-realization gradually and suddenly dawns.

The hit is actually shit.

But then, isn’t everything?

*Fuck this life and its baggage!*

Everything is pain!

(To be continued…)

 

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