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The Smiling Faces of aarp �(lord,i'm useless, helpess, & Hoopless!)

3am.....where to go at
� � t h i s � � �golden age
� � � � � � � � � � � �st'age
� � � � � � � � �of � � � � � � so'called
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Life...............

the distractions to endfullness that � a r e � �prescribed � �&
� � flooding
� � � � � � � so � �pollutedly the minds of My Contemporaries
seem
� mere part+parcel � � � �of � � thee unchecked � � � insanity
wee
� � � subscribe to � � �as � � � �per � � �thee � � � Norm, thee
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �c o ll e c t i v e �Hu'man
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �asshole delusion (i make no claim to be
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �a b o v e � � 'it').....

ohLordy, eye read thee ma'ga'zine � �every month � � � & �it ne'er � fails
� � � � � � to
bring more dumbass sorrow'bout
� � � � � � � � � � � �us
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � baby boombooms..........

somethin'dreaful
� � � � � � � � � � � �w r o n g � � � �wit � (what's left of) 'me'*******

*****& shit, he takes all thee prop'er med'i'cations
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � l i k e
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � fckn � � � � realigion

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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX

(DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)

Published 28th Mar 2016

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Re. The Smiling Faces of aarp �(lord,i'm useless, helpess, & Hoopl

Ahavati

28th Mar 2016 5:35pm

Wow, Danny. What a great write. I've never trusted time with age before, but I guess life is a circular clock that takes us around a full twenty-four hour cycle. I particularly love how you can't relate on a personal level with the magazine, as though aging were a corrall of like-minded individuals.

Some of us never age in our heart. We never give up the ghost of life until is dragged from our grasp.