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this is some my many pages of  poetry.   (yeah, thats it.) synapse evolution A thought occurs. an, et cetera of the mind. Myself, a counterfeit? a casing? molded from dirt? what might be my purpose, O mighty maker? am I but an aimless soul? Is this wretch'd population of this.. plagued floating rock, a mere, mishap?

flora uncomfortable skin, the human lives in. naked bodies. we sweat, we smell. We cough, we sneeze, We ache, we bleed. We urinate defecate flatulate masturbate and copulate. We moan, we cry, we stink when we die. I want to be... a tree. True happiness A maggot. A lowly creature laid in the fecal matter, the garbage. Oh, how it squirms happily, so unknowing, so ignorant to the world. So, unaware of its, dismal disposition, so preoccupied in its affairs of bottom feeding. No different are you, human. A greedy grub amidst a polluted world of promise... Relish in your moments of comfort, but, be assured, maggot, you are what you eat.