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meanderings by rm dustin

This place I deposit thoughts, E-noodlings where my synapses have coagulated recent perceptions. There are no absolutes. Like all manifestations it has had its evolutionary moments. This is the latest. There will likely be more...

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Name: RM Dustin
Location: Pugetropolis North

I live with many free thinking, free spirited, patriotically challenged, religiously void life-jesters here in and around the delta, scattered in-between the tributaries of the Skagit, peppering the hillsides, or burrowed into micro valleys. They are my friends; spirits entwined, layered, and folded within this realm where aboriginal and Norse lore meld amongst the mists sent inland by salted surges. I am not here by chance.

8/29/06

Yawn...


A culture so stale as to bore an inventive venting vulture
and drones so weighted as to muster a lackluster collective wale
against such a fine tuned machine where cantankerous fits of rage
are no match for the wits of politically powered houses
and parasitic leeches and louses
feed graciously on our ever festering carcasses
and we cannot get passed pissed
because we are so fucking bored and tired
and they like it that way lest we be fired
for unpatriotic not with the program trend bucking
and even its all quite idiotic
we still are soooo fucking bored we stand ourselves less
than those we loathe is just plain depressing
to want gravy on the dressing and instead we create debt
to those we owe for what else is there to do but feed our need
for material sex or we could just say no but we won't.

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