Pretty disappointed with the current state of our culture, I wrote this to symbolize how we shut ourselves away from reality and create this fantasy world where only the things we want to happen do happen. The only way to defeat this phenomenon is if someone starts a fire. I will admit, the form is strange, but I think society is rather strange in and of itself.
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
Funny how we wound up in this dilapidated little place we call home .
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The sink is leaking like the creek flowing from our flooded mirages .
Hush.
Hush.
Hush.
Baby, don’t say a word. No one will know if we ignore the phone.
Cheer!
Cheer!
Cheer!
Somebody started a fire.
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