Sip. Swill. Swallow.
The wine of the ignorant tastes sweet
They always tell me
The echoing ghosts that taunt me.
I can think that if I wish
I can think that if I will
Sip. Swill. Swallow.
Obelisk of free minds
Cut down in a brutal swipe
Of ancient hive processing.
A world of flaws
A giant elaborate swirl of poisoned entities.
Somewhere along the line they picked me
From the infinitely constricting scroll
The victim of another perfect world
'Trimming society'
Sip. Swill. Swallow.
I'll drink to that.
Hear the gurgle?
That's the sound of one man's determination
Turning out to be nothing more than
Just an adolescent’s dream
But I can always stare
At the one who’s beating me
I can't alter the inside
Despite what the voices say.
But I'm a ticking time bomb.
Sip. Swill. Swallow.
In a manner of speaking.
Author notes
Just trying to get back what I had before. Ooh, ambiguous! 
Written October 12th, 2004
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it is as it is
leave it alone / reflect & move on.
Most of us can not capture the illusion of who we thought we were. The 'trick, is to see past the curtain & seeing who we are, are satisfied.
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Lol, I'm intending to find that out
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I hate to be the bearer of badd ass news __ You can not win. There is more wine than you have liver and brain cells. Wine will kick your butt, drag you through the vomit, blood spit and the screaming shits'. " All tings in moderation", my friend. Take a litlle wine for thy stomachs sake and be man enough to leave it alone. A man can get drunk sometimes, but a drunk can't be a man. . . . but then I guess you will have to discover that for yourself / like I did. lol
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Thanks very much.
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great
This is pretty interesting. Keep up the good work.
Love ya See ya Bye
~laura
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