A Poem: Low security prison

Oh people in
A low security prison,
I know
How you feel.

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Yeah, I identify with people locked up . . .

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I like to reflect on the statement

“The world is an insane asylum”

At times…

I also like to drive around at night when there aint nothing but me, the road, and the candy colored stop lights… The empty contrast of technology and mastery over nature and all that crap, knowing that I’ll have that experience for the rest of my life… gives me peace… makes me feel like I’m in Japan or something.

Then all these american shmucks wake up… They scowl and frown and glance around… even a normie has to fighting for personal mental space…

Don’t get me started on all the BS conversations I’ve had to witness and endure myself.

Where’s the science? Where’s the music? Where’s the future?

This wasn’t intended to be so lengthy… forgive me.

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Yes life does have that feel of serving a sentence of some sort. Wish it would end, wished that for a number of years now.