train last night:
drunk and alone I raged
at it's blue plastic and
metal bars.
With unendurable
pain in my heart I
flailed at its substance.
With a sob I cried:
"Man is not meant
to give up this much!
His soul is too precious
to no be able to decide
its path!
And you crush it into
useless powder and ash."
Soul salt - add a dash
to make a dish taste of
significance.
I hate the train.
People suck.
There are so few redeeming
people in the world--at least
of the population I have met
--that I sometimes ask myself:
"Why bother?"
Why should the exceptional
humans be the exception,
instead of the rule!
It's always possible to be
exceptional, it just takes
loads of work.
O to be exceptional...
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