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The sun has just come out from a week behind the fog. It rained in the middle of the night and everything had retained the big droplets until a few minutes ago. There's a rush of water nearby that blends with the distant sounds of Highway 101 here where I live. It all sounds like Pink Floyd playing out my window, and I sat down here to write something and a sort of poemish thing popped out whole....
doesn’t all the hiding and lying tire you?
aren’t you sick of that solitude yet?
i’m sick of feeling you
doing all that so obsessively
sick of having to lose the beat
every time you flip into your paranoia
flip into your miserable ego screen
flip into evil so complete it isn’t identified
flip into stupid
dirt stupid
yuh, you wail you want to lose awareness
and you don’t know by a quarter
what’s real
and what’s intelligence
as smart as you are
i’m sick of intelligence being the reason
to flip into so stupid the planets cringe
get over yourself
get over yourself
get over yourself
08 August 2008
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