#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989
Why People Don’t want to be Pessimistic
Hugs in teh 90’s look
like hienlick moenuevers
Everyone grasping so hard
Trying to gatehr any
Meaning
Forcing, begging, squeezing
Love
To regurgitate some
meaning
Cling to your god
your money
Tarot
Whatever
I find self reliance
find apathy
empty
no matter
Fog, Fuzz the metaphor remains
metaphor restores
tommorrow
Whenever
It may arise from
the Ashes
Become Post Post
neo, neo
Become stone again
no matter
what is sacrificed
– 11-11-90

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