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dancing robots doing the boogaloo with nothing to do with anything else up in a tree learning to play the flute.
a revolution of the absurd.
he farts while typing out not poem.
our theory of everything.

a report to the committee.
we are them manifesto.
few understand.
others ignore.
we don't care.
it's in our hair we won't soon forget.
a toke, a cigarette.
sports and war disconnect from ages past.
who was the most fit to kill and die.
all hail the heroes.
there is something strange going on.
fucking fucker's fucked.
we lift our heads high higher highest.
while our feet sink low lower lowest.
funny how that happens.
is it the way it's supposed to be?
what is anything supposed to be but what it is?
changing through configurations yet remaining the same.
outta chaos comes order, outta order comes chaos.
simple, but nothing is that simple.
pay attention.
how does one explain everything all in one's head?
one side against the others like in real life.
stories changing moment by moment proclaiming truth.
computer controlled.
groupthinking collective of those unable and/or unwilling to think by themselves.
it's scary to be alone.
it's a trap.
social outcasts.
potatoes.
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fancy pants on fire on thin ice.
1001 phony baloney tales told by an idiot.
it's medication time.
pet the kitty.
suck on a cough drop.
an idiot selected each spring to be the king of fools.
hanging by the highest tree.
sacrificial rituals we have forgotten the meanings performed according with traditions to dispel our unease and misgivings.
give peace a chance.
no more war pigs have the power.
simple minds in simple times.
pain is part of the excitement.
death, the entertainment.

a leaping piano succumbs toward isolation of thought is what we have in mind now.
who knew?
dunking ginger snaps in coffee in a pleasant moment or so lingering at his fingertips.
talking to himself in the supermarket place cuz when you're old you don't give a shit.
it's so nice.
remembering the past in not always favorable light.
nothing to be done now, not even regret.
why for?
he lights another cigarette on a dead end street with grinning death creeping around the corner.
hello, old friend.

the devil stopped dancing.
what could be wrong now?
so hard to satisfy the ongoing need.
but we wander from our cause.
we've been fooled again it would seem.
another toke will do the trick.
star crossed indifferent energies of symbiotic light flashing on/off.
at some point he will imagine how this is done.
many people believe there should be nothing.
but there is nothing, except everything.
why should one be and not the other?
no reason he can imagine for now.
maybe later on in the dream.
yearning for a non-yearning state of bliss?
good luck with that, baby.
all goodness and light the wise guys tell us.
many believe that is what they are supposed to desire.
leaving everything behind.
oblivion.
ducky.

we desire everything in all its horrible beauty if need be.
should we desire?
should we fear?
why not?
to be human, though the stories of the gods are the same.
how conveniently human they are.
blessed be.

but remember we are them in any and all situations with anyone else among us.
don't take it so seriously.
poke its eye out.
spray paint the temples day-glo pink and green.
everything onstage at the burning theater where the show must go on, even if no one shows up.
it's all possible, though not mandatory no matter how much people tell us so.
everything is kicking in.
here we go.