Parasites. By. Joseph S. Cochrane They will see you, point and laugh at your paper pages. The degradation of self is a point of reference visible throughout the ages. They will shout at you from the balcony of arrogance, and drop success upon your head. They will laugh at you at the point of a dollar the color of dread. And they will cut your ego in shreds, and place a trophy in their red hair. They will unleash their pungent odor is into the air, but afterwards they will crawl back into the darkness of the caves. Parasites... Parasites! While you the constant man of evening, shall go on in happiness, which may not have now been understood today. But is the undeniable pivot, that places you ahead. And you the turtles of Los Angles, will catch up when they chose to be for so long delayed. Their arrogance and lack of haystacks make them suffer in their sorrowful contemplation. Let no one scream their haughty condemnations at you and your creations. Parasites will not bother. Parasites will not matter.
Posted on: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 00:49:42 +0000
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