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Aug 2013
Fighting dimensions that are not real
Virtual hatred virulent viral.

When man grows up
Something happens . . .
Some apathy kicks in.


(Moon spits its half-light in greenish gobs and smites my ashen shame
No, dunno where to hide my life
Lame with wide-eyed horror)



Telepheric jollity and catherine-wheel of fun
Like a mist . . .




Equation of hope  / /
M a n k i n d
=
    Kind man
. . .



S T,  Sat (in)Auspicious  17, 2013
Hmmm . . . seeing the shenanigans in our mad world . . . less said, the better.
Really :(
Kinda HUGE shame.  

We’ve really mastered the art of killing one another / perfected infliction of misery.
Just . . . well done!
st64
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