life as we know it is a sequence of detritus buried by sincere insincerity

watching their faces landscaped with sincerity that’s

A moment

It passes you are forgotten

And they make

the decisions




Their handshake is sincere

And filled with sweaty insincerity

Not one because one is ok

But a group

groups have this flatulent vocal accord that

You can’t break into unless you are one of them

And they sit and they argue discuss sand describe about the who’s who cares

We’ll get out of this misery because

only we have the key

To this



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