These druggs (pl. concrete form of v. to druggle) are, collectively, called:
Kenosis of Me
She has nothing with in
so she'll have to do without
surfing the infospace
looking for her own face.
She wants to be famous
but doesn't want to write
she wants to be rich
but she is always right.
He battles his demons
in mono-static bubbles
seeking for a source of cashflow
within the ancient mysteries.
You don't go to the supermarket
in order to buy a car
but that's exactly what he does
financially stupid, we all are.
Rich dad, teach me.
Poor dad, teach me.
Rich career woman, show me.
Poor prostitute, show me.
We live, we learn
We yearn to be the rulers
abandoning those conventions
which you called down from above.
[ .... ]
Has the War Without End begun?
Are we Illuminated enough to
cause the children more pain?
How can pink hearts love green?
In chosen metaphors,
Independent Individuals profess
trying their best
to awaken true self, golden soul.
Brick by brick we build a house
but children of space
have no use for it... so,
brick by brick we bury another child.
...
Awaken.
- K31 (presenting version 2 of Poem 11)
K31. v0: c. 12 Jan +3.
Last: 5 Jun +3.