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Dear bitches,

I see all the things that my friends have become and say to myself that I could’ve been then too. my best thinking is done on the to of am empty parking garage where even cars dreams elsewhere. and I awe all the things that I could have been.
A fool is someone who doesn’t pay by the rules, and a rebel is someone who refuses to. The subtle difference falls victor into the hands that can discern the difference. Yet there is no salvation for the one that cannot name the factor that divides a fool from a rebel. And a rebel without a cause us the most foolish of all. but the rebel with a cause will never be glorified for that is his curse. His absolute salute to the king.

” suck it up!” ” everyone hates their job” ” no one had a good boss” … These are the words of the rebels that perpetuate the machine enslaving us all. Of course we don’t believe in the king when we think we’re each and everyone odd us a king.
I announce now that I am a royalist and perhaps a ronin, because I don’t believe in the clowns that tell us what they think the king has said. The king will speak when they speak, and we will know it when they do. So tell us one more time that or lives are soused to suck ass, and I will tell you that only you will suck the ass of your own words for eternity. That is the hell you have given yourself. Your tax returns only mean so much to the fool that laughs their ass off with the king.

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One part: breezy, two parts: free and easy, a little umbrella and serve

I once strode forth like the thunderous gallop of the tides with an answer before a question. Only one fluid ounce of yearning; half for wielding the best questions in my right hand and the other half to yield the best answers in my left. A swift silver tongue to fool them all into thinking me a fool and nothing more. The snicker of a man.

But waning in time left me only to lurk in the doorway between the deafening past and the deafened future. The raging waves of my finesse became blind raging waves and I had been nothing beyond a mere jester.

I climbed off the stolen mare in the marketplace, and watched the merchants, orphans, lambs, gamblers, liars, thieves and travelers. I shut my eyes and covered my ears at the thought of being one of them. To the right of the square was nothing, making it an ideal place to be. I shuffled a coin between the slits that were my fingers to ponder. A festive murder of crows squawked in the distance accompanied by the howl of a wolf in the other direction, paying homage to the rituals of moonlit nights. Except that night, the wind didn’t speak it’s lonesome tongue. Murmurs accompanied. Gibbering echoes like they were from the bottom of some magnificent cave. ”mine yesterday, not mine before, not mine today, mine after,” I heard at dusk.

At once, I rose forth like an engulfing field of daisies with pollen for the bees. I wielded and yielded both questions and answers in one hand and held the hand of the blind future with the other. Though, one hand on the water vase for the blossoms. The grin of a woman.

Men kill beasts. Woman kill beasts without bloodshed. I whistle with the murder, howl with the mangy mutt, waltz with the wind, snickered as a man and grinned as a woman. I see no beasts to kill for I can now see.

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