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collisions into responsibility

you’re late…again…when will your monotonous reign end there…the natives are restless to have a new way of looking at you…their stares reinforce the status quota that holds the mass mind in sway, enthralled with the promises accrued with fame and power alike, and yet conform or die had never caught on as a slogan for you…in that slight imperceptible gap between adulthood, and the symptoms of childhood that are so common among the rest of us…with you there is no dividing line, no matter how thin, but the definitions bloom like blossoms in the rays of enthusiastic nostalgia…the hat gives away the urge to defy…the drunkenness of the late last night was heavily still ringing in-between those vital ears…asleep for the five hours that remained…refusal to awake at that sixth hour, but a shower occurred somewhere within the next twenty minutes, with a decline to wash that lengthening hair…how against the times you are…the caricature of your reality looms all around you, distant figures of mathematical equation modulating your behavior so that you, too, fear for your job…your stability, the worthless pile of sticks you might call a home grown up from the income that you have allotted yourself, and the worthwhile experiences beyond this beyond rapid pace of life-as-we-know-it…the breakdown fifty million years over beyond kitschy culture-clashing…the boiling down of eons into this human skin, that we all seem to take for granted to some degree, and the total progress towards unity that we are all derivative of in the-be-all of the whole existence…the entrance to the whole examination setting there in front of you, like a horizontal sunform streaking with a wake of stars, and flowing from the night sky with grace and progress…the daydream of the habitual liar, and source of the extremity that was, the childhood impulse at large and streaking with that blazing sunset…what have you when you came here in the first place?…