As I rush to the world wide web to see what new works of life have been ordered,
I realize that I have become on of these neverending monotonous redundant collaborators of uselessness.
Patting each one on the back with the "good jobs" and the "well done's."
All in all it is merely slop feed for the pigglettes.

Chow it down and choke for the king.
The king of all the greatness.
To condone or condemn?
Who makes those decisions?

It is the roughness of the crowd on derby day that determines the weak and the strong. Or is it?
It is the weakness of the players. The weakness of their own minds to vote against what has become...the median.

A day in the life,
commiserable fallacy.
A latent disregard for those who wander a different path.
Experimental degrees of craft.
They are the greatest.

09/30/2001

Posted on 09/30/2001
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