Re: what is new
Kent Paul Dolan
> Nothing knew. Degredation of cogitation. Chops fallen off, the
> awful cost of loss--nothing spectacular--the accident didn't eat
> anyone's spine. Just a slow decline. The alcohol, it's only an
> artificial darwinization of the neurons, har, har, hardening the
> neurons, slowing the fingers and the lightning. What's old only
> old again. A glimpse of that old flash blinks wild amongst that
> annoying static, the noise of the thousands of millions. Hey, I
> got what I always wanted. Ain't that enough to make the old fat
> fates laugh like hyenas? Hardening of the brain. Welcome. Har
> dee har har [and I slow, slow, slough down to a pool of organic,
> fetid fool--how now?].
> Wolves howl, the same old sound felt in the bowels, and we cough
> and roll over in our sleep. Same old soul to keep. Welcome and
> well met! Here we are, the new old souls to learn and fret, the
> debaucheries are felt and kept. Welcome all and take good care!
> Welcome to the fire and faire, welcome, breathe the scandal air!
> Alas, tomorrow? Too much care.
I, too, have survived long enough to grow old and
stupid with too much time on my hands.
Isn't life great?!?
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