Did you know trouble lurks in extreme segments? A gifted prodigy wordly unknown to most; neglected. The symbol is legitimate, the excuse is barred. A good night's sleep diverted -- problems unresolved, sins left unveiled to God.
    Afraid of a pindrop, you stagger -- isolated from life, you become your own. Wine can be bought with an impotent man so easily -- keen, usually subdued in neurotic behavior. A plea, a prank, an occasional fuck!
    I hate you!
    Used in an amused dilemma.
    You caution the warmth of an outstretched hand
      *A Grand Spectacle*
    Eyes seem closing in on you.
    Laughter, the main sense of hope.
    Damn the media, rely on instinct.
    Does it really make sense?
    Does shit smear your face?
    I smell trouble . . .





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