Thursday, December 29, 2005

I sit on the bus without my glasses on the way from work. I watch the lights go past the window and with the right music I start to believe that my anger, angst and pain can open a hole in this world (somewhere near the front of the bus) and I can squeeze through. And there will be nothing. Endless time. My anger will dissipate and I will live in that moment. I will feel good. My mind will be quiet. My thoughts left to drift to a different level where everything will be clear and nothing to dress up that whore of reality in her makeup of lies and human weakness. And then the track ends. The bus ride is over. I get off the bus, the anger stays and the whore laughs at me.

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