déjà vu
matter is taking form all around
(chaos is giving birth to dancing stars)
...
evening time: staring into the abyss of the 24 hour news networks.
i try to close my eyes but all i see is the negative image of the television box,
(a dull neon green floating in my headspace)
i can almost make out the silhouette of the reporter.
the old cliché hangs there, mockingly so.
wisdom in pill form (take with water)
it reads:
sometimes death is an ice cream cake
(though mostly it's just embarrassing)
HANG ON TO YOUR EGO / I KNOW THERE'S AN ANSWER
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