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Self as Hallucinationtled

their councils priced themselves straight out of the mystery market augmentation via will power gone idiotic still overrated by all the cackling heads of all the Spring Break universities deluded that they count for something the professors rushed out into the night tearing at their eyes what did they see another circus chainsaw lobotomy common as dirt in the modern era so I pulled the stake from my heart going for broke why not the game is rigged waste no time on the miraculous heaven is probably just an office job no f-words but maybe x-rays I guess you gotta be your own angel guide yourself it's that simple and have the dignity of a learner lemme know how that works out radar bastards not there when you look bought me a week in a Gitmo cage they slap your wrists and take your legs with their grandiose fanaticism wanted my Swiss bank account number the hole in his head said hello don't make me shout over the din of your inner Wurlitzer running like rats on a carousel thanks to the beautific potential of things somewhere out there is another Einstein on I-5 near the cattle pens we all want the authentic but where does the aversion come from if education is the wealth of a people trying to end the reign of hairsplitting and escape the labyrinths of doctrine you'll be weeping for the human race too with a tentative grasp of self high as a kite but driving a straight line through the headlights of truckers more than one kind of perfect obviously if we never slept it would be different floating above the flames of memory yes sometimes the call of the wild is marginally somewhat overwhelming to the higher cognitive deltas made me wonder about the sheaves of wheat that I kept in my Conn Bluenote right now is freedom right now and now we come to a standstill From "Pageant of Naked Mischief" available on Amazon
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