Friday, January 31, 2014

it all goes up in smoke

Of course eventually it all goes up in smoke.  You move on you keep painting some I guess your something else happens things go gigety gangely and poof you are an even more worn out version of yourself.


You go to the doctor and get an injection against infection you take multi-pills and go exercise and call people on the telephone or even worse have to answer your own phone.


You walk down the path you walked up a few hours ago you search for a metal turning thing but they are no longer in the playground.


Things used to be a stones throw away and now we all just throw stones everyday and everyday.


You can only get awake and you can only believe and in the end you just pretend.


But it all goes up in smoke.


And then it is gone.

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