To Aid An_ Cage
2002-02-19 - 9:09 a.m.
magic(hour)
why is this the time of our lives when the ocean is so far away and we are still so close to the trees we came from dreams falling on the autumn ground like snow in the barren dessert of eternally cold fusion fighters and guzzlers of gas and lies who care not for information on the dusty highway I associate with peace and cacti in water rushes of heater feathers where diamonds mingle with the blood and slavery still special to special slaves who make profit for mamma and dad and destroying beauty with fright and laziness is the result of this lets fight it and awaken to new dreams and hallucinations without drugs for social props think about society being the prop for our drug ridden heritage why can't we just answer the questions for ourselves instead of trying to answer them for each other and why do I feel that the more I search for truth and beauty the less beautiful I become lucid in the twilight of the magic hour filming such splendid metaphors to paint with in the golden dawn of rebirth into sewers of poison in real world alphaville where soap runs out of cows utters and shoepolish for tap water flowing under the eyes of disgust why race forward when we know where we are heading?
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