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trapped. i do not know where i will end up today, or any other day for that matter. confused in a whirlwind of emotions that run me from the line and back again holding onto something is not always better than nothing which capsized the 3 wheeled car humanity rented. sun beating down on my eyes as images roll in and out by threes, then fours, and back to threes. a caravan of emptiness parades past my heart in shimmering aluminum foil. a days waste-me- not hour folds neatly in a square and fits snug in my breast pocket. take me with you oh glorious night- to the realm of unkindness. breathe every word i have ever said in you ears. let them linger over my heart. hold me so that i do not slip back into the sanity i have worked so hard to avoid. balancing emotions and emptiness in perfect harmony, careful not to let them tangle in a wicked web spun by ignorance. behind closed lids does only the face in the mirror lie. preaching to an audience of soap. think fast for one quick blink can cost you time well spent on buying into the social disease dilema. slumber not but rest well. for next year is another day and another day brings the next year to sit and wait. love breeds hate and hate breeds hate. where is my 35 cents? i have a phone call to make. i need my hero enveloped in glitter and nail polish. vanity plagues those who glaze in the mirrors. driving the rest to plagerism. where ther is an ounce of originality a ton of already done beat-box bullshit surfaces from the bottom. where is my hammer? i feel like some wreckage today. standing between the no thank you's- don't touch my hair! sounds of hairspray freezing the foreverness of the not so perfect images drown out by the humdrum of the train slowing down between destination points to throw off the strays. excuse me? is there something i can do for you before i start the gashing wounds in my wrists? the ending is not the really the end, rather the beginning... of decomposition. i evolved. i will deevolve. next question please. standing in the greeting card aisle i find a world of mixed emotions. pick one. is it your lucky day? do you get to smile or be smiled upon? ahhh, close your eyes and take a number. bullshit never lies, or is it lies never bullshit? not a fair question. skip one, two, three lines down for answering correctly. ask not what you can do for your country, but insist that you get to fuck it. in the case of he said she said, i say it's me. words mangle into a new meaning every time i open my mouth. pick one and stick with it please. i can no longer express all the feelings i don't have left. call the doctor. shim will tell you my diagnosis. note to self: remember why you are here. playing on existence like a grammar school jungle gym. don't swing too high. can you fake a nervous breakdown? light turns to grey and grey turns to night. what's the difference? it all turns sour in the end. where is the porter? i have lots of baggage to carry. baggage? who has baggage? going once, going twice, sold to the lady behind the mask of religous boundaries. as i walk through the valley of the shadow of death i am tempted to take a nap. show me your premarital sex and i will show you mine. bound to hell on a planet that insists there is no hell...hmmmm. i fell like falling. no not here. composure regained. you are too humble. don't flatter yourself. look kids it is the ice cream man. selling quirky songs and cool treats for a peep show. quick! grab the gas masks. we're going in. the stinch fills the air faster than rats breed. hold your breath ad kiss your eyesight goodbye. waiting for the stage to be freed by the neo-nazi with half a manhood. who is your choreographer? i need some pointers. don't stand too close to the podium...you are blocking my shot. parading around in a masquerade, i humbley take my courtsey. i step to the side and watch the room spin. my eyes roll. thinking about nothing but the day after the last. i will just go in the corner and stick my thumb up your ass.