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Smothering Your Face In a Coloring Book By Candlelight

what lurks behind the shadows takes refuge in the
places that one cannot speak without a lawyer and
a place to stay when the going gets rough in the
shadows right out there buried & bustling without
restraint without subjection to the parameters in 
which the most of us dwell & operate so obediently
on a daily basis throughout the utter insane boring
mundane nature of everyday existence & whether 
or not you yourself choose to abide by these lines
drawn round your own individual life is of course
no one’s decision but your own but know that the
crayons in your hand are your own crayons and 
there is no one alive who can make you color within
the lines if you feel that you don’t want to there is
no force out there that can make you sharpen the tip
with the convenient little crayon-sharpener that 
resides on the back of the crayola box & of course 
there’s no one out there who can make you draw on
lined paper, graphed paper, or even construction 
paper for that matter if you want to you have the 
right to draw all over everything around you the 
chair you are sitting in the walls the floor the 
pavement outside all over your clothes the windows
as you walk down the street the street itself because
who is going to stop you the worse that will happen
is that they will smack a label on you and lock you
up somewhere where the first thing that they will
do is pump you full of free drugs and place you in
a craft room anyway where you will receive a 
pile of crayons and the whole process will start all 
over again fear not those that want you to use your
crayons “correctly” for they cannot truly harm you
they can only wish silently inside themselves where
they think that all their little secrets stay hidden 
that they could be just exactly like you and live in 
the moment coloring whatever you feel like with 
these beautiful crayons and leave the rest of life 
alone to its beautiful shadows its wondrous “liars”
& “cheaters” & “thieves” & “murderers” & folks 
that never for a second agreed to live by anyone else’s
rules except their own who let the untalented 
uninteresting doorknobs of history decide in their 
wake their value to society.

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