taken in

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 15, 2012

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Submitted: September 15, 2012



when the desperation

of the current state of

social disintegration

rotting in the belly of

the empire & spreading

throughout the world

without relenting, but

with a demanding force

to suck out every last

drop of life before

the drained corpse

becomes annihilated by

fire or beat into

brainwashed submission,

large hopeful eyes

(for it’s said that hope is

the last thing to go)

will fall upon the

walk of a wo/man whose

smile & mannerisms,

whose gravitas has not

yet fully been comprehended

& they will glow

like a firefly coasting in

the darkening night---

they will glow with

thoughtless, naïve

anticipation, in the

waiting for all the worry

to go away, because this

wo/man will appear to

have fresh clean answers

to questions that have

stumped the ages & the

ability to trump even the

most rigorous skeptics,

so that the will of one

person becomes the black

hole that swallows the

rest of those round them

into blind submission &

the ability to do absolutely

anything in order to

preserve that initial high,

that initial unexplainable

aura which they experienced

in want of a ticket to bliss &

real change in the here & now,

after walking down a long

path with him/her from which

there is no return & to which

only the travesty of cult &

the horrific events that inevitably

follow, occur.

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