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Las Vegasm

The mind
Is for sale
In Hedonism West
Where everything's priced
And every out guessed.

There's no escaping
The cost
Of each day,
Waking and sleeping
We each have to pay.

This is the pennacle
Dream so American,
Balding of truth,
We loath
To grow hair again.

runningturtle87

Written by runningturtle87

Published 28th Oct 2013

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Re: Las Vegasm

Anonymous

28th Oct 2013 9:28pm

It sounds so much like a representation of what life has become these days - everything is entertainment, and everything must be paid for...

runningturtle87

28th Oct 2013 9:42pm

Every dogma needs a bone.

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Re: Las Vegasm

Anonymous

28th Oct 2013 9:35pm

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runningturtle87

28th Oct 2013 9:44pm

Thanks....playing with the subject.

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Re: Las Vegasm

Anonymous

28th Oct 2013 9:51pm

The interesting thing about Las Vegas is that it attracts the world. People come there to marry. This Las Vegas is not the Las Vegas of the past. It is not a mob run city. The vision of Steve Wynn changed it from primarily "sin city" - which it still is to a family friendly town where people bring the kids, Grandma and Grandpa. It is also one of the very few places to visit where people can find wheelchair accessibility and people with bowel diseases can find bathrooms everywhere.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Wynn