I tried to help the turtle to fly.
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\nhe didn't sem to want it bad
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I told the turtle to becareful
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\nup in the air and falling back
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Then the snake got him.
\nI guess he just didn't want
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Then I saw a light brown mouse
\ndart out in front of the snake
\nand the snake darted after the mouse.
A buddy of mine said that
\nhe saw the turtle get away.
I guess the snake didn't want it
\nbad enough.
The turtle go lucky this time.
\nI smiled and woke up happy.
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\nPublix
\nto buy a Thanksgiving day
\nTV dinner
\n.
\nYou know the one I
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\nThe
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\nHungry Man
\nTurkey
\n(mostly white meat)
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Thinking this would
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I figure I'd have it
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\nbut,
\nhere's the really
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IT WAS THE LAST ONE!
\nI think this says something
\npretty important
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\nsociety.
Friday I decided that
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I figured
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\nto be a dick
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\nsmoking my cigarette
\nDrinking my beer
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\nasks me
\nwhy I'm being so
\nquiet.
I told him that I
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\nWhy don't you
\njust
\nbe yourself?"
okay.
\n"Go fuck yourself, Josh."
\nI guess that was the end of that.
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\nthat
\nhates to be
\nalone.
Because, this person says,
\nthe solitude
\nmakes them think
\nabout things
\nthey should
\nbe doing
\nthey should
\nhave done
\nand it depresses them.
This depresses me.
\nI have been afraid to think
\nbut now I find comfort in
\nthinking.
I'd like
\nto tell them how I changed
\nmy perspective
\nbut they would either
\nnot take me seriously
\nor
\nthink I'm crazy.
In either case
\nthey wouldn't
\nlisten.
fuck it.
\nwhatever.
\ncan't save everyone.
last night I
\ndreamt
\nI
\ndied...
\nand I'm
\nwandering around
\ntrying to
\nfigure out
\nwhat to do next
\nand I met this guy
\nwho said his name was
\nHoudini
\nso I said
\n"so dude,
\ntell me,
\nwhy do you want to go back?"
He gave me a blank look and left.
\nI just don't get this whole
\ndreaming thing.
It seems the lazy people
\nget taken advantage of
\nmore than people
\nwho work
\nhard.
Lazy people won't spend that
\nmuch effort to keep
\nthe things they have.
\nWhere as intense
\npeople will work hard
\nto take what you have.
I don't necessarily agree
\nwith the assumption
\nthat this would make
\nthe lazy people more
\nethical.
They are both wrong.
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\nTo someone who can't write poetry,
\nI'm a poet.
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To someone who can create art,
\nI only scribble.
\nTo someone who can write poetry,
\nI lack structure.
\nTo someone who reads,
\nI know little.
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\nIf I never learned to
\ncount
\nI wouldn't say
\n"I don't have that much money."
\nBecause I would have no
\nconcept
\nthat more is better
one, ten, hundred
\nWho cares? Those numbers
\nwould meaning nothing to me.
As a kid you either
\nhad or
\nyou didn't
nothing was worth more
\nthan anything else
pretty cool.
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\nI've been hearing
\non the news
about
\nhit-and-runs...
\ncar-jackings...
\nthat type of shit.
Then someone
\ntells me that they
\nhit a rabbit
\nand went back to see if it was
\nalive.
It was.
\nSo they get a friend
\nand go down to
\nthe vet
\nto see if it could be saved
\nbut the vet
\nsaid that they didn't work
\non wild rabbits
\nand the
\nfriend freaks and says
\n"if this rabbit dies it will
\n \tbe on your hands!"
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\nI think there is hope for us yet.
\nOh....yeah, she was good-looking too.
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\nidea
\nthat wise men are supposed to be
\nalone came from
The old man
\nat the top of a mountain
\nlong grey beard
\nvery wise.
It seems to me you need to
\ninteract
\nwith people in order to know
\nlife.
Yet, when you interact with
\npeople
\nyou start thinking their thoughts
\nsharing their ideals
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\nfuck it, someone else finish this.
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\nread
\nthe more influenced I am by what I've
\nread.
The books find their
\nway into my
\nwriting
I pick up another authors
\ncadence
which I think is bullshit
\nbecause I want to try without
\ninfluence.
I want it to be my own voice
\nnot everyone else's that writes
\nthese words
Too late for that I guess.
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\nGet into a staring contest with
\nlife
\nand I
\ngaurantee
\nthat
\nlife
\nwill flinch first.
Then deal with it.
\nYou might take this as being
\n'reactive'
\ninstead of
\n'proactive'
\nI prefer to think of it as
\n'progressive'.
Even a butterfly in Japan can
\nflap its wings
\nand
\ncause a storm in New York.