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A Random Life Remembered in Song and Dance ---- A Potential Suicide Prevented through Modern Medicine

01/21/2019 --- Somewhere in Outer Space Dear life, I give up you fuckers, you win, I quit! Seriously. Stop it!!!  --- Some random stranger screaming on the sidewalk heading in to a major department store Random flies skimming through the sky, laughing at me, worthless putz of a kindless fuck, wishing I was dead before the strike of noon, Eastern Standard Time. Misery loves company, that misery is better than the lost love who will haunt your dreams, make you wish you had emptied the bottle of whiskey in a giant gulp, sins of the father, drift into the son, transference, blame game, night time thoughts keeping him awake, is he worth the trouble to keep breathing? We sat there reading our obituaries drinking gasoline, lighting cigarettes as if we didn't care that the sky was raining down acid upon our heads, the gods angry at our misuse of words in the context of the situation. Suicide was not an option, according to Ann Landers, she told us in a letter addressed to Elv...
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POST MODERN AMERICA IN SEX AND CANDY - A Course in Universal Thought presented by a Drunken Fool

POST MODERN AMERICA IN SEX AND CANDY - A Course in Universal Thought presented by a Drunken Fool



The air, pushed from our lungs,
Invisible, to our eyes,
Broke into a million pieces,
Jesus Christ,
Lost to that modern man,
The madness,
Of thought,
Trapped there in academic hell,
Reach,
To feel,
To care,
Or not.

Breathe.
Feel that last breath.
America, oh mother,
I have fallen,
Into despair,
Oh father,
How did you not care,
Sitting there,
Watching,
Last gleam of proper hope,
For a better life?
Nation?
Grand scheme,
In this thing,
We call life,
To make love,
To feel that,
Explosion?
Rebirth,
In wonder,
To hear,

Dear life,
Can you hear me scream?
Can you hear me scream through the howling winds?

We are drinking in some awful bar,
2 am,
That last call,
Breaking out,
One more drink,
Before we fall off our stools,
Stumble out into the street, to the madness, calling us to try to find the way home.

You.

He.

Her.

Who?

A new life.

We reached out,
To that darkness,
Pulled back,
To hear the dying of that last light,
Orgasm in the middle of a suicide,
If only one last chance,
To hear,
To feel,
To hear,
To see,
The light is dying,
Hear it, in the wind?

Fall....
Down further,
Down,
Down,
Further down,
Clawing at the wall,
Ripping flesh from bone,
In an attempt,
Failing miserable,
In that last gasp,
To not reach the bottom.

Our shoes,
Broken like our souls,
Soles dragging,
A mismatch of socks we found in some dumpster,
Goodwill rejects,
Like us,
The price tag,
Sliding off into a mud pit,
$1.95,
We can't reason with insanity,
On the mountain,
We preach to the gullible,
Winston,
Marcus,
The Twelve Apostles,
Jesus Jones,
Merry Christmas,
Is it Easter yet?

We were,
Are?
Followers,
Diseases,
Multimedia,
Star rejects,
If we could dream,
We would dream of you,
Against a black background,
To feel your skin,
Against ours.

To hear,
To feel,
To know,
That is all...
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Location: Hell, MI 48169, USA

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