UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION.
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 and here's a horrible poem with which to keep you occupied:
I breathe controversy like smoke
And hate,
Whilst I try and triangulate 
This seeping vortex of confusement and bemusement.
It was not until yesterday I realized
During a brief dream that
Everything I know is not so,
And everything I wish to be so, is stagnant,
supplant
And mean.
Today I feast on neon signs, misguided rhymes 
And a humor unmatched by my other minds.
I’ll sleep on pins and nails and eggshells 
in this mortal coil I’d like to call … broken.
Betwixt, between, forgotten, unseen
I lie in wait for nothing, no one.
You see, but you do not – you feel, but you can not.
It isn’t so much, anymore, this downpour
Of lies and orange skies and difficult connections.
I’ll take comfort in the sea of cement and 
Flyers and ads and carbohydrates  
I’ll swim in those things unused, on a shelf
-	in recycled bits and mechanical twists and …
then there was none-
other than what was worse,
which I won’t give voice to, no Sir.
You’d think it’d be easy, to live and be loved.
You’d think it’d be easy, to want such a life.
You’d think, but you wouldn’t know, now, would you?


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