The wide road, of trend, of current 'popular' interest, the 'generation whatever letter', tricking out, claiming kudos...as if they were jelly beans, in some stupid, mind numbing game, piling up 'piles' of things.
Collectors of the times, wearing all the 'right styles' buzzing all the coded words, of 'the 'inn', at the end of time'? So what? What's it gonna get you? Sex is good! You got me there. A band of horny dicks, and a wagon to pull them in? Yeah...you got that, too...you lucky thing.
But, what, in all, will last...is what I mean? What is the legacy, at this end of the ass, buttons to small to see, lousy effect movies, reality tv, that's not, a huge porn industry? What? 'Nothing left to imagination', is what we got.
The whole world's become a 'toon', an emoji icon. But, somehow...'we' got lost. Maybe, that's ok, because...it's all ego, anyway. It needs to get blown off! Maybe, when it all ends, due to lack of interest...something new begins.
Blase'...
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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