[Poem] Faking it.

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The elvish features always
snag my eyes
the real ones
you can just tell.

Eventually, image reflects the within
whether we want it to or not
you can just tell.

He’s no businessman.
I remember now.
He’s a lawyer.
A dirty one.

The image reflects the within.
Sounds like a theory that
As time approaches infinity,
the difference between faked and real
approaches zero.
Inverse relationship.

Eventually, everyone will know
It will be common knowledge
worse yet
It will be old news

That you’re faking it.

[Poem] Sweeping

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They’ve just lit the incense
It’ll be at it’s strongest in about three minutes
Dig that scent

God song, bad song, good song

Entrancing strangeness of videos
Feeling, writhing, writing, thin as lies

A businessman is sorting the ashes
as if the butt was a broom
and has already devised a
marketing scheme

Is advertising
normalizing
an attempt to steal it away
into the ranks of the
sold-out?

Isn’t that what we all want?

Well, shit.

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I found out today, after looking at my bonus’ pay statement, that it’s not the corporate bullshit that stole half my bonus. It was the taxes. 980 dollars became 540. Whaddayaknow.

I’m officially signed up for the class. 4 credit hours. I’ve re-arranged my schedule at work. Should this feel so odd?

Mah name is Johnny, Donnie, Brasco….

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This track makes me feel like I can do and survive anything.

My fantastic idea for a story has become more refined, but I need input. Going to draw up several outlines for tomorrow.

Green Spiral tonight. That should be fun. The meeting is a workshop on massage. I hope they touch on energy-play and reiki.

I can’t wear my trench in this weather, and I am more annoyed by this fact than in other years.

I need to shave my face. It’s been a week and a half and it’s starting to get scratchy. Well, shave most of my face. I’m leaving the goatee. And the eyebrows. Yes, I have them. They’re just white. :P

I’m starting to feel that there are gnomes around every corner. DAMN YOU, GNOMERA!!

Oh, and one more thing.

I can smell your brains.