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shillelagh law (joneal) wrote,
@ 2007-12-29 11:52:00
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    That I had the impact.........
    Pressing question 176:
    Were cigarettes really so self-medicating
    that they diluted this swarm
    of one thousand tiny things
    currently stinging me like
    salt encrusted darts;
    did they actually make me oblivious?
    Observation:
    Quitting seems to be contagious
    to other avenues of my existence.
    Examples:
    I am struck with the inexplicable desire
    to quit my job, organizations, friendships
    and conversations I may be currently
    in the midst of.
    Observation:
    Given the populace of shopping malls
    as evidenced by recent visitation,
    random mall shootings
    are not as iniquitous as I once believed.
    The current trend seems to be
    for shop, kiosk and food court
    employees to hawk their goods
    like medieval fish-mongers,
    wading amid the throng bearing trays
    of lotions, perfumes or orange tempura chicken,
    thrusting them into the faces of shoppers,
    so unfazed by refusals that their miens
    never change from the plastic, grotesque
    mockery of grins that have been
    stamped upon them by the overlord Commerce
    and the tyrant Hourly Wage.
    Random acts of violence
    would do well to target them first.
    Pressing question 177:
    What have I become?
    At age sixteen I despised cowboy boots
    and all that wore them,
    seeing them as the regalia of simpletons.
    Yesterday upon above mentioned trip to mall,
    I spent one hundred dollars
    on a pair of Steve Madden, designer
    quasi-cowboy boots.
    Observation:
    The city looks less like it was snowed upon
    than some god of frost
    blew its wad all over everything.
    White, cum-like slush clings
    to streets, sidewalks and cars,
    squishes beneath feet with the sound
    of something being sucked from an orifice.
    Revelation:
    If I were to attempt to quit drinking now,
    on top of smoking,
    it would be reasonable to assume
    that I would transform into a denizen
    of the ninth circle of hell
    and the world would ratchet
    one notch further down
    on the scale of “Doomed”


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