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Hyperbolic Head-Trip
Contributed by
skyhawk432
on
Friday, 13th July 2007 @ 10:18:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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On the Boardwalk,
we swallow our coffee cans to narcolepsy,
punch babies with affection and don
all of our clothes from morning until night;
suits, pajamas, Ayatollah Tees,
all for the sake of something else more lively.
Call it our Vol de fantaisie.
Here you can inhale full cans of Tag
and make chocolate incarnations for John,
who doesn't mind the occasional sweet.
On this walledstreet of cracks big enough to
fall in, everyone has a Ferrari.
In every mind there's an endorphin craze,
and everything else is énorme;
bliss the size of an RV septic tank, full.
It's a paradise paradigm
and anystuff can cause genocide;
anything has the advantage
while any other person has it all made
for them on golden calves.
No philosophes here.
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skyhawk432
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2007-07-13 22:18:35] (Date/Time posted on
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