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another day where i could swear that i woke up on the wrong planet. dozed while reading overnight, woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. then the morning comes... dazed, i turned the alarm off, to awake an hour later. thereafter, nothing seemed real. ominous news about disaster, read under the most incredibly surreal sky. so clear, it hurt your eyes... so colourful, you'd think you were under the influence of some drug, slipped to you in an unattended glass. people, all agitated. unresponsive. surly. distracted. juvenile. hypocritical. money to be made in fear. the ivory towers in dc showing the dirty underside. yikes... here comes that "real rain to wash the scum off the streets." sometimes the world needs to remind you of how small and insignificant you really are. like a bug. |
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