wait for spring

Wait for Spring

Esperanto of the soul. Sly fox of fantasy. The conversion of guilt. The shake & bake diet. You are what you eat.

If you know what it is, you’re a part of it. A wise man said that and got strapped down for torture. Nothing serious, a few hot irons on the nipples, a pencil shoved thru his ear drum. Six months later he was free again and he knew what it was.

Reality gets turned into fantasy and then back again, a pharmaceutical wonderland.

Steer clear or rallies and wait for spring.

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