Dying symbolism and passing theory 

Crumpled symbolism making it better in its descend to the grassy ground, I wonder about stopping something with that something and if it works out OK, Lorde, truly. Cellphone videos of fists and kicking, “peaceful”.  Lines crossed.  Helmets are weapons today. Comedians got one joke now. One Nation apart, distancing tomorrow.  Ruined sheets. Egotistical egos. Hateful hate. Misappropriated tiki torches. Bad pants and industrial haircuts. Worse ideas. The days of just being ten fingers and eyes open and happy and content and broke and not concerned; the days of counting down to the alarm’s alarming, counting on something, to the dry desert flooded by hopeful theory and new belief. Cast away religion and makeup and history and what you were before. There is no news, same old.  Different focus today. Something about under the sun. Who doesn’t want more, can i see a show of hands?  Notice me too. Not that sign! to change the mind and find no pleasure in no appeasements, no pleasing the cannot be pleased. Straw-man, Instagram wants me back and I want peace and world love and for everyone to just dance hand in hand again because we love each other and we want something better, or what used to be a dream.  

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