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I****f**l**o**a**t
into a lawless river,
where libel and slander
run-in-th over the streets.
This wet dream pulled out of
an anarchist's book is pure anomie.
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this solitude from
alienation they claim
selfrightiously to give out.
As if my pride weren't already
soaked in gas. Just throw the match.
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I stick
the "Hello my name is
Not-good-enough-for-you-
to-remember" on mirror images
wishing for stablity to return today.
What wishful hope I wish I could hold.
I walk,
I drive
my infomercials of crisis
to your TV's. Maybe after
shock you'd take off your plastic,
painted iron fist and let peace step
in. One day this life will be worth living