THIS IS NOT A FORWARDED MESSAGE!
THIS BUD’S FOR YOU!

Terrorism and war, tuning everyone in to the same wavelength. When
the volume gets turned up, all that’s there is static.

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THE BEGINNING & THE END

I’m procrastinating. Putzing around. Sucking suds and cigarettes —
the bath water of a woman I once loved gone cold and gray; cancerous
tidings from Virginia … I drink it in. What the fuck — why not?

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I spit on realism. I piss on it from a considerable height. I lay in
ambush for the problem solvers of the world. Everywhere I turn, hidden
agendas. Am I exempt from the draft? I should be, what with this array
of prostheses and the nightmares storming through the canyons of my
skull.

What’s left after we die is all that was there to begin with.

–John Bennett