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Old 01-14-2012, 03:27 PM   #1
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The Fool's Journey

Remember when we hugged our pillows tightly while wars waged in our name? We prayed to our nightmares happily that they'd turn out just the same. Our fathers pledged alleigence to a corporate simile. We did our chores so diligently.
They called us wacko when we criticized them, until they climbed up the walls. We occupied their blank stares with broken dares, sleeping with our dictators and drinking to their fall.

When I bleed you dry, then will you smoke some dope with me? Say we're equal with this bullet ready for a shot at dignity. Draw the line, I know how to dance between you and your divination. You don't see me here. You don't see where I stand at all, save your tears for the apology. You have no guts to sell your will is for the crippled.

I started at zero, shy and unassumed. I was amused at most anything. Thank you court jester for showing me your insane humanity, now I can overcome most anything. I am strong. They are weak. I am free. I'm happy as a freak.
You showed me plastic dreams, sweet with the smile of a drama queen.

You make me sick. You make me feel ashamed to be me. You make me sad, that I know more than you could ever read.

Hollywood whores, anyone can be a star. Your pornographic facade is full of genuine pathos, with every schizophrenic bleeding an effigy to your created lie. You have no soul, I won't worship your sedators, I need less of these prescribed abilities to get by. I would buy your market and sell you something that tics, everything you sell has no appeal, your worthless bill is a trick.

You have the advanced pawns, who know it's just the way things will be. Sell our minds for your dead end economy.

I bit the dick of your lie, I am the mentalist. Your future is a lie, and I'm breaking up with that guy who bought your sharade. I'll let him be adopted by the arcade. The father puts the blindfold over his son's eyes, as a mother slowly decays and the daughter never cries. God Inc. the fool beats you down, you're brainwashing successful to everyone, but the freak wears the crown.
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