Dum Dum

On couche toujours avec des morts

What was once before you
An exciting and mysterious future
Is now behind you
Lived Understood Disappointing
You realize you are not special
You have struggled into existence
And are now slipping silently out of it
This is everyone's experience
Every single one
The specifics hardly matter
Everyone is everyone
So, you are your friend, your lover, your wife, your daughter
So, you are your mother
All her meager sadnesses are yours
All her beliefs
The gray, straw-like hair
The red, raw hands
It's yours
It is time for you to understand this
As the people who adore you stop adoring you
As they die
As they move on
As you shed them
As you shed, your beauty, your youth
Let the world forget you
As you recognize your transience
As you begin to loose your characteristics one by one
As you learn there is no one watching you
And there never was
You think only about driving, not coming from anyplace
Not arriving anyplace
Just driving. Counting off time
Now you are here. It's seven forty-three
Now you are here. It's seven forty-four
Now you are...
Gone

" all work and no play makes leo a doll boy "

Why am I fueling this cancerous fire on soundcloud........

“If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen.”

            -- Samuel Adams

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