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A Poem Written While Rather Drunk.

rewiiired

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Location
Chair.
Somewhere between the dreary land of what is
and what you dream is possible
is a land of choices where satisfaction
isn't guarenteed, but much more fucking probable
don't chance another intractable choice
in your land of black and white
welcome to technolocolor, son.
Your too damned serious about everything
it's time to relax and hang loose and
have a little fun.

Fuck fate
and the time you take
on these irreversable consequences.
If you can't change the way it all goes
your left with control over your responses.

The past is what it is
your drag your bullshit on a river of piss
jump atop her and ride her like a wild stallion
or grow the balls to fuck her over,
because let's face it,
life's a bitch.

The Now is all you got
meaning comes from what you want
reverse the familiar and kill the robot
for perception can be rewritten.
 
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