the absurdity, defies imagination
broken toys
shattered dream
picking up the pieces
create from nothing
fluff the pillows
reflection of the journey
unfulfilled aspiration
betrayed by reality
the reaper approaches
we're in the Asylum
nothing is what it appears
agendas distort truth
clear the racks, load the bin
no emotion, no investment
writes better than it plays
I walk between two worlds
slowly the dominoes fall
maybe today
I hope people like me
irony washed over me
write without fear
fabricate a reality
shape the perception
silence
is it time to put on the garbage bags
I woulda survived that iceberg
only 3 people know
Raining really hard right now, so I've got 3.5 dogs all hovering under my feet.
Po's in the living room, she could give a shit.
After Pez Outlaw, I intend to retire.
Pez Outlaw Diary

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