eXistential dilemma 101: don't worry every thing is fine..........

mine thee mind betray itself myself on a century's full'o
sunday days sick to gut nowhere2turn brain
keeps doing it's own undoing what wee Know about
These Things becomes quick irrelevance like thee
pull'o thee trigger at hunting-mishap accident time shoot thee
crow & ricochet puts thee lead in one's own head
ashamed ameri'can ashamed hu'man wit shame having been
sweetly banished wit rid of pride front&backlash thrashing
in alonliness that k'ills everyday m'others & fath'ers eachevery
body hung in thee trees, thee beautiful trees thee strange&strangled fruit of
thee/thy/thou magnificent trees.........
his
symp'toms have become mine, weakweary weak giving-up giving-in, gutpain
n'n'n'nausea unsleeping night
keep laughing can't laugh anymore keep laughing can't......."it comes to this,
it comes to This..." an idol oldman said famously when he & you was called
young........canno touch thee joyhorns canno touch thee music, medicine
makes yr stomach pukey dis'eased toomany years of toomany lifesupportin doctor-recommended
dopings......turn'round dizzied, & yo, it's all good in thee all-good
day fill'd wit i'maginary goodness piling higherhigher topheavy glee of havin
All you Want, & ye couldn't go to them even
if them said them wanted ye there, cause them only say what says bcause them
knows yr sofckdup that ye won't.....love ghost's ghost of love of thee love'o yr Life
transmitted her chronic death'ideation as if it were an STD, but it was love, realLove,
ygottabelieve in all that is gone as if it never was, all-in-a-dream as wee
sicken our Reality wit prideXpectations, swingin that dualism for all it's toxic worth....
o
just shut up calm down get wit It snap out of It, & wee
won't even Know what hit wee
when wee's finally gets the hit.

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