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The absurdity of
superstition and idolatry
Are far too mindless
to even begin to take seriously.
You are under no
obligation to give them credence or play along.
Feel free to call it
like you see it if you have the courage, the spirit, to stand alone.
* * * *
What is the other but
a novelty, a curiosity intrinsic to consciousness.
* * * *
Attitude is about
deciding which side to the bed to exit,
Should you happen to
be roused once again,
And somehow muster
the energy
To face the inanity
of yet another day.
* * * *
Hurry, hurry, hurry,
rush, rush, rush,
So you can stand
impatiently in another queue,
Or come to a
press-the-floorboard halt
At the stop light
just ahead.
* * * *
You are a decomposer,
too, you know.
* * * *
So, how is your meme
doing today?
* * * *
In skirmishes born of
time and space,
Sometimes it is
necessary to dig a hole,
Other times to be
shrewd with the tongue,
Still others to be as
still as breath will allow.
And then there are
the times when all choices
But one quickly
dissolve if you intend to survive.
Where immediacy is
critical, the instinctual essence
Swiftly exports moral
ideologies out of consciousness.
There are times when
compassion may not be an option.
* * * *
There is absolutely
nothing that can or will ever hinder you
From suffering as much or as long as you please.
Crave this, crave that, crave everything,
For as long as pain entices you
Into its harsh embrace.
