i can get laid and get high and try an education
my life burns the same, now as ever
and this is not the end of the world circles or world story
all after all is progession
towards and about the ends of ends
and not the destination
..of fulfillment
..of destiny
..of the damn pettiness of things
of love
or whatever it is that we do with one another's hearts
as objects and people and playthings or money
those trophies and made up perfections of unity.
but i and all the people who are me are ok
we're fine and empty, perhaps past redemption
perhaps resting.
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