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just sitting there with your jaw all agape,
staring into my energized eyes with your black buttons
that got stuck within the orbits of your head, and
i feel as though i just might go apeshit

along the way,
i've come to the realization that, most of the time
i am merely
conversing with heads just slightly more animated
than a stuffed toy
or, possibly, the ringling bro's wringings of genetics gone awry.

a clear warning that someone you are talking to is one of the aforementioned:
twitchy, uncomfortable, shifty shadows crawling across
an already cavernous countenance 
especially when you start talking about how weird human interactions are 
with reference to one another
based on nothing but scraps of information
and points of mutual contact that shed superfluous dna
... circuit shutdown!

yet, despite it all, people get up and walk through some one else's
life
only due to the fact that another option wasn't truly offered
if only in subertfuge, 
leaving accountability reflected inward
for not picking up on the deceptive hints

categories make a nice system 
for comfortable understanding of outside of ourselves activities
based on variables 
in which there are no true solutions 
or understanding
as the end result is more variables

lingering in skin that was stretched over a bag of bones
i like the flesh that resides over your expression

lingering aroma of last decade's flowers
caress the nostril hairs just so 
so that memories are jarred, projected 
onto the internal-movie-projector-screen
we have watched at every chance we get
ever since the inutero days

is the world real if we only perceive it from the standpoint
of absent-minded video voyeurs
because, in reality, the real world makes us cringe and crawl deeper
into the belly unless through ultrasound

does
otherwise sick entertainment,
semi-palatable and heavily profitable-
make us sit easy on the the porcelain throne with complete absolution
sans guilt

so where are the ones who should be screaming aloud their outrage
with lungs that move like wind storms,
creating a chain reaction that can morph into something worthwhile,
finally giving people a reason to ambulate through all this bs
towards something with a pulse

handing over the guard is always the hardest for the morons
because they know that better qualified homo sapiens will shine
so much brighter than they
which asks the question, "why did we stay here so long?"

just chilling with the rotation of the earth, electrons, and cloud patterns
with that look
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