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The Awakening
BulletVirgin

We haven’t showered in days—
 1
Ashtrays and beer cans fill up the living room,
 2
The wake of our binge on the lam
 3
 
 
This agonizing lust for vivacity
 4
Repressed by irony of consequence
 5
With each revolution of the ceiling fan
 6
Another moment of ecstasy lost to all
 7
But imagination and dreams—a resignation
 8
 
 
Hell-bent to squander what little remains
 9
Of a catatonic despondency—once again immersed
 10
Wallowing in that bordello—a comfortably numb daydream
 11
Of what should have been—
 12
Our retribution—our City of God
 13
Nullified on the whim of nature
 14
Such a callous gavel hog-tying the future
 15
Condemned to linger in bleached slums of memory
 16
Of those who’ve carried on
 17
 
 
Even in our seedy beds that bastard hope still nags
 18
Steadily dripping—calling us to arms
 19
 
 
The midnight twinge in our stomachs—
 20
We plan our revolt
 21
Of ramen and Molotov Cocktails
 22
Opening the eyes of a sleeping beauty so bald and plain
 23
(the daughter of time)
 24
we emerge—
 25
Now saints of the world
 26

8 Jul 08

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are you washed in the binge of the lam? do i want to know? it wouldn't matter if this was really keenly worded, with the focus you'd use to swerve and hit a porcupine on a moon lit night in your maserati... throwing molotovs between house of lords, dripping, and all them ramen at the door.
 — joey

wow. superbly masterful command of language.
i definitely can relate to |1 but most of all to the
rest of this masterpiece.
: )
 — fractalcore

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