Jeu Peche'

The Bacteria That Never Grew 2Oh! The pint-sized that never grew, That never assayed to harvest, Upon the sapien's chassis and blood, But to be studied under its oculus, Under the plexy glass; in formaldehyde they flood,The Bacteria That Never Grew 2
They grow, but in means so low, That growth is synonymous to none, Drifting like opium inebriates, Incognizant of their future fate, Wishing life from the light that illuminates,
How t'would feel to be, The prisoners of our own preys, Like those bacteria that never grew, To see the macro nutrient up above, But no strength for anything to do,
In a
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Politics, definiton: verbal masturbation in the garden of beurocratic worms.
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"I wonder what's in a book while it's closed. I know it's full of letters printed on paper, but [..] something must be happening, because as soon as I open it, there's a whole story with people I don't know yet and all kinds of adventures and battles."
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