Nov. 15, 2006,17:25

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this is really the future
where everything we touch
and think of
is fake, and even if
what we see is real
its been remade to be fake
like some kind of
comfortable blanket
serenely changing our minds
a too small bottle
of hard whitewashing liquor
greeting our maladjustment
with misdemeanor

and even i, myself
as if i was some kind of
altruistic visionary
i sit here drinking my
filtered water
and in the morning i take
my anti-anxiety pills
chased by supplements
that are supposed to keep
this congenitally cursed
heart beating longer