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Isolation: A TWEwY PoemWhat's the point.
What's the point of having friends
When they only drag you down.
What's the point of being with a crowd
When their noise would just repel you.
Why have any friends?
They will only make you suffer more.
They would just pretend to be with you
To enjoy time, have laughs,
All these things just seem foolish.
Nothing but a waste of time.
Why should I have friends anyway?
I'd rather just be alone
Be lost in the music.
My View on LifeLife.
It has many meanings.
People view it differently.
Some may enjoy it.
Others may hate it.
Some may question it.
Others just don't care.
For me it does not matter.
As long as I can continue living,
Then I am happy.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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