I've Got Friends Out There

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just like last
night and just like
all those other
times, spent playing
those god awful video
games
with these people;
people i've come to
loathe for their lack of reason
and lack of
disease.
sure.
they've had their share of
sicknesses, but
nothing like: my sickness.
my yearning
for routes that
travel past your globes
and into your follicles
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they're not searching for
what i've been sent on this
earth to find.
they're looking for
instant gratification
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and i can't quite remember
what my heritage is.
am i alien? or am i
subnormal?
there's something else
there in my soul.
if i have a soul
but, i'm
just the new kid
on the block
looking for social divinity
and a beauty beyond the
back sides of slats
with plaster pushed through
and paint on the exterior:
i'm looking for a new New Orleans
a rebirth of modern culture
a purchase of territory for
$00,000,000.03 per cubic
MILE
i'm seeking the fresh
water whales of reservoirs
all across this flat planet
i'm looking for a new world
inside of this word
i'm looking for
the hidden messages
trapped inside the
dark lines that make
these letters that are
going into your
eyes right....
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i'm looking to kiss
machiavelli;
that's my
aim.
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now.

~no beat poet. no song. fighting poet.

Love,
Digress

P.S. I remember Travis, from ACORN. sleeze-lo-eze.