This big blue marble vexes me. It spins and spins without end and cares not how dizzy we get. This cats eye is transparent as glass. The waters are not calm. This globular test tube mixes us up like fizzies on acid. It always pours when it rains. This land of the freaks is freakishly freaky frankly speaking. The waste of a quadrillion asses has got to stink. This hurling glob of refuse has got us all by the throat. We strangle each other in order to avoid the obvious truths. We hate when we should love. We love to hate. We forget how grateful we should be. We need to need to heed our call. We heave up piles of ripe regret. We grieve the loss of our fragile youth. The time keeps on ticking and we take the licking. No one escapes the grim scrim. Cheery thoughts have got their place. Above the rest so we can rest. The place inside untouched unscathed. The hiding spot of spotty dreams. We live in fear of fearing naught. For once it's gone the farm is bought. The end is near. The friend is teared. The world is weird. On this big blue marble we veer.

 

 

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