Convulsive laughter ending in death:
Grappled with the tawdry mind of an 18 year old's first day at the beach, finding myself
denoting all that is weak in the spirit and frying it like so much stale spam. The lust of
a green banana; contains all the goodness but not yet ripe, damn. Gorgeous smiles abound
during all of the festivities and yet the struggle ensues carried towards dawn without a single
solitary frost bit nipped idea entwined in the grace of a child's giggle. So much is lost in the moments of serendipity maliciously self indulgent and idealistic with money on the mind and
pretending to be self deprecating meanwhile planning a great disaster for the so many with so little. Giants fight planting the seed of dissimile to better the bank erstwhile killing those who actually plant the seeds to their freedom. So far has it gotten and so strange that it will, pray those who don't and those who will reach down for that little bit of moxy and fight the dinosaur
proxy with no soul, latent in self preservation without notion of true wisdom. The sanctity of the caffeinated soul that bursts with the pleasure of a single beauty standing solemn and honest.
Lets not pretend it's hazy fool.
Drive till its satori...peace on this night.
amen
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