the dreamers who believe their dreams.
any intelligent being questioning its own existence.
violent tendencies among the populations.
old silverback men whose remaining weapon is $$$.
these are not your concern.
keep on keeping on, baby.
truck your blues away.
just like yesterday into tomorrow when it will be too late for you to go anywhere without permission.
social zero.
no bonus points stored up for you.
sucked up into your mind everlasting bliss blasting out the jams.
overcome yourselves.
the crimes against humanity flourishing in the fire of passionate angst driven to a point of self-extinction where we pause to think again of all the pain and suffering included within our hearts leaping for joy.
yes.
yes, yes, 1001 times yes.
if it could be described, but our words are too heavy with archaic meaning like great stones used to build the ancient temples.
you know that’s not the way.
not now.
cryptic alibis.
degenerate kisses.
who wrote the book of love?
with a wave of your hands you absolve yourselves of privilege.
may it no longer tarnish you in your unfortunate attitudes.
but what else is not human nature?
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people searching for realities they can believe in for once.
does it always need to be paradise?
a paradise with a villain that must be struggled against.
the nazi-zionist conspiracy of world domination by the secret overlords – or something like that.
here you are and here you go, off now to enjoy the show.
the klown has dreams about what is probably not worth dreaming.
strung out in fantasy.
dreaming a world in chaos of good and evil; the best and worst of all possible worlds playing onstage at the burning theater.
clever.
not so clever.
rambling discourse about whatever comes to mind repeating over and over ’til the cows come home.
but it ain’t no nevermind no more.
the situational situation hanging around on a street corner smoking a cigarette.
dream on, baby blue.
don’t think how they may be on to you.
they’re on to everybody, aren’t they?
finding out who still believes in flat earth or not, like they’re supposed to.
witch?
you know – the one on the left.
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gazorbnik 