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Jul 2017
The stamp of corporate influence
over all of reality
has become so
vastly encompassing
that now,
I can't even
take pleasure
in nature
without it finding me.
I can't even look
at a waning moon
without seeing that
stupid little man with his
stupid little fishing pole and hearing
that stupid little violin playing
that stupid little theme.
*******, Spielberg,
I want my ******* moon back.
Homunculus
Written by
Homunculus  31/M/St. Louis
(31/M/St. Louis)   
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