weekend

an omnipresent sound.
a contunuous irritance
masked by the controlled vibrations
of mass prodused expression
blirrd breaks from toil
and laughter from shit at shit
render useless waste of potential potential.
my dreams are learned apart by an observaition of child hood heros
the men of my youth have come clean and admitted to thier over grown childness
through expression of problems and lack of solutions
armed with active ignorence and legged with lazyness
our new man is lead by the cock and imeadeat intence self indulgences,
growing tomarows man in his likeness.

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how i long to again compair rediculous notions
with fellow dreamers and men who enjoy the mindfull over the mindless
to dispute ideas, not relations, loving mind, not body, laughing to instences, not insults.
and most of all, acceptiong difreces, instead of that damnible practice of conformity

caused by the ever present compition of throwing dirt for cheep giggles.

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i can see the faces of the touchable friends and friends enrout
a glorios voice that is more projectile than wave.
so intamit with thier own ness that it is being in the presence of another god
thier own woes are thrills allowing happieness for once.
and the hours are not in the actual couse for language.