everyone that wants to read it, can. pointless though, left to leave it here.
touching
on experimental talks of death and dying, people wont reply. its funny
to me, the psyche behind living and being so passionate for life. like a
job, its good, but theres more and while im not one to end it all right
here and now, i cant help but wonder whats around the corner, i mean
besides all the cracked heads, homeless (by choice?) and more importantly, the less
fortunate that were crushed by societies heavy weight. ive been so close so often, i know id be ready. i dont know it all, i wouldnt want to, but from a level
playing field, i see progression by walking atop the outfield chain link
fence mid game, one slip, hell, maybe one home run and later. we've lived before and we will live again, the in between stages are the stage and maybe ill die being trampled some fevered mob trying to escape a fire stage left.
theres music, a moon, and the immediate, immediately.
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