i've been struck down. i've been pinned to the bulletin board of my own inadequacies. i'm not clever, witty, or wise. my attempts at words and rhymes are no grander then a cockroach's demise. millions more attempt this craft with results so spectacular i can only fantasize about delivering such profound bullshit to the world.
water, no pop or sweets, eggs, frozen meals for one, sausage, and biscuits in a tube. i'll wait for the day to break me. i look back on the life that's graced me, when you were mine. the time came and it has gone. one more failure to add to the long list. all i need to go on is my grocery list.
in a trance i glance across the unlimited vastness of google-dom. in the world wide web all is defined, clarified, and critiqued. there are self-proclaimed experts in every field, the words so similiar, it's like they are real. all is resolved within the comforts of your own home. let me in. let me know all that i am ignorant of. make me a jester at the court of knowledge. there really is a ihateclowns.com and a i-am-bored.com in cyber-existence. world peace is in reach with all the world being connected as one via the internet.
crazy? sick? twisted? fractured? broken? used? trashed? lazy no good bitch? or is it all making a sort of lame kind of sense. sometimes even i get scared when i think i've had a thought that might have broken new ground, but that can't be all the greatness has been mined from the minds of anyone worth knowing. so brush me off, shake me loose, settle down comfortably back into the little noose that tightens with every slip of our rights we sacrifice to feel safe in our homes at night. we've given the world just enough rope to hang everyone with, together or apart one cannot live in this world without rippling through everyone else's world.
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