WITH CITY LIGHTS I WAS WAITING TO EXHAL IN THIS DIAMOND AGE OF COMPLICITY AND SLEEPERS WITHOUT GOOD INTENTIONS, WITHOUT HEROS IN THE BIRTH OF THE BEAT GENERATION RUNNING WITH THE HUNTED WITH AMNESIA MOON IN THIS EMERALD CITY OF PHENOMENON AND EYE SCREAM AND HIGH RISK, LIKE TOOTH IMPRINTS IN A CORN DOG HOLOCAUST MYSELF HALF ASLEEP IN FROG PAJAMAS THINKING IN THE UNABOMBER MAINIFESTO AND EXPENSIVE PEOPLE OF THIS INFORMATION AGE OF BEEN DIGITAL. THE GHOST OF CHANCE AND OPPORTUNITY JUST FOR WONDER BOYS WITH THE USER GUIDE TO THE MILLENIUM. LEAVING LAS VEGAS OUT OF MY MIND AND TOTAL INMERSE ON ALT.CULTURE AND THAT INTENSITY. THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE ON THE REAL WORLD NOT VIRTUAL@. MAHOALPI JULY 1996 IN THE CENTER OF SOCIOTIC MULTICULTURALISM & MEPROFORMOSYS DOCUMENTATA.(r)
Reason for writing:
every simple form of art or information ends in our
own actions and concepts, and splits in particles to the
begining of the new eras.
the reason i wrote this poem is because most of the books
titles included, caused the begining of new eras in my own
development and i want them to split in particles to the new
beginings for other humans.
Birth sign: Not entered
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