May 1, 2006

entering the interment of entertainment,
traipsing through memories and sloughing through the thoughts we thought would never melt,
oblivion sings to us through singed thoroughways of keyholes and buttonloops, oportunity dances a finger width away, the cusp of insanity is a thimble-cup to drink,
but it will throw you through and thoroughly into thoughts that
should have never come out of your head
and to your lips
and through your eyes
and into the world.
born unto this chaotic mess that is reality,
realising that this real lie is nothing more than a truth, set in clay
and stone and bits of quartz for not entertainment but
frustrations that our simple minds
have yet to comprehend.

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