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Date Posted: 10:47:27 12/10/11 Sat
Author: Vice Verser
Subject: Injections

Injected into the plot, a bitter pill, smile on a dog, imperfect as memory, a typo on your data-log, smiling down on Mother Earth, a parachute and the power of Prayer, eager to deflate this Ego, wondering what it's like
down there, where everyday is Halloween, every night is Valentine's.

Arms raised in a V, hearts hang in suspense,
what happens next?, the stars are only fire in the sky, a cinder calling out names, you can't decipher it all but you can try, write prettier poems with longer lines, more tangible tragedy and sicker conclusions.

Before videogames turned my brain to a foaming-loaf, before cigarettes died out like deferred dreams, fireflies limping into new atmospheres, lungs that coulld fit the Milky Way in a dense alley, flashbacks of a Love Supreme console you in a nightmare of anti-matter.

Injected into the plot, a bitter pill using irony to get revenge on the ones that saw sarcasm as a gateway to new dimensions at social events, socialites, the ones sipping champagne while the disenfranchised bury theirselves in a bottomless-pit of middle-class mediocrity.

I feel sorry for you, you in turn should feel sorry for yourself, in theatres staring at digital statues while consuming large amounts of diet soda, just think of me as the pages in your diary, concealing the marvelous story of your life in a spiral notebook.

My mood-swings can manipulate sunshine on gloomy mornings when household chores double as self-improvement, I'll air out this dirty laundry, sweep skeletons under the rug in the closet, wade in basements with my favorite record on repeat.

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