in my mind

A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?

-in my mind

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Shit under my foot

i just stepped on a piece of shit,
shit, fucking shit, i am angry, pissed,
this fucking dirty odor of man's best-friend sits
underneath, my left shoe sole,
and now i am, with every might
trying to cleanse,
shoot, shit,

i can just imagine the stupid man,
or the dumb broad standing there,
face half covered, between his hat,
and her scarf, 
trying to hide, as if i would not recognize
the stupid, rat looking, domestic.

dirty people live,
and leave their filth,
and i am the one it ends up

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Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world