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the hatted monkey
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one thing i forgot to mention the day i was fired from corporate america cutback effects...
he so arrogantly displayed
his sense of noble bullshit...
"we've been friends a long time..."
says more in his pockets for
what the truth is worth to him...
a perfect example of it...
the monster... lives deep
within the soul of
sweet angels in clouds passing
sweeps them hi and low
then beneath a rug
beneath a bed-nightmares tread
he craves on the blood of species
so pure and distinct as its "subspecies"...
at least as it seems... now. in the present focus...
distant eve paces the grip
to bear all that curve
that holds it atop the morn...
all said and done in this moment of time, which has surpassed for too close to half-hour, is all but moments passed...
i suppose the fight against corporate america will reign strong and overcome. it deserves it... i will smile from Death's chambers and caress the Angels sent from above...
dissolve aspirations for success...
cherish those close to you__
endeavour your seconds of Wizard of Oz,
seek for yourself and reward achievers.
associate with sense of soul__your's,
within the spiritual conceptual sense
experience is something.
i don't want to stop writing. i want to sort this on paper... this problem-solving-demanding-issue.
i want to stand up and be proud in a society
that criples itself in its own lack of understanding__
bewildered by harsh lashings
on my internal structure--tearing
itself down... weakening at the
strike of every hour__
thrusting in a hole of emptiness...
all feels real... seems impossible to exist--
yet i have... and will
until the fateful
day in which
someone will
befall my
body.
who? (Photo of Ludwig Van Beethoven presents itself clearly in order of the above__ he is angel... the one which I write of)
oh well! unpreventable__
left-handed stone chipper__
another dream of mine.
he so arrogantly displayed
his sense of noble bullshit...
"we've been friends a long time..."
says more in his pockets for
what the truth is worth to him...
a perfect example of it...
the monster... lives deep
within the soul of
sweet angels in clouds passing
sweeps them hi and low
then beneath a rug
beneath a bed-nightmares tread
he craves on the blood of species
so pure and distinct as its "subspecies"...
at least as it seems... now. in the present focus...
distant eve paces the grip
to bear all that curve
that holds it atop the morn...
all said and done in this moment of time, which has surpassed for too close to half-hour, is all but moments passed...
i suppose the fight against corporate america will reign strong and overcome. it deserves it... i will smile from Death's chambers and caress the Angels sent from above...
dissolve aspirations for success...
cherish those close to you__
endeavour your seconds of Wizard of Oz,
seek for yourself and reward achievers.
associate with sense of soul__your's,
within the spiritual conceptual sense
experience is something.
i don't want to stop writing. i want to sort this on paper... this problem-solving-demanding-issue.
i want to stand up and be proud in a society
that criples itself in its own lack of understanding__
bewildered by harsh lashings
on my internal structure--tearing
itself down... weakening at the
strike of every hour__
thrusting in a hole of emptiness...
all feels real... seems impossible to exist--
yet i have... and will
until the fateful
day in which
someone will
befall my
body.
who? (Photo of Ludwig Van Beethoven presents itself clearly in order of the above__ he is angel... the one which I write of)
oh well! unpreventable__
left-handed stone chipper__
another dream of mine.
+he ha++ed monkey
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makes me think of the fake stock market
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i think i was going to question the expression of being cool for society i dont think thats really something i would express insomuch as to say that i want to be strong for my brothers and sisters , its funny i hear the word society and i start thinking of another article on how many people died in the iraq war when im thirty and ive never seen an article on natives in the newspaper period
its pretty sad too
but we all have our issues