Somethings Just Never Change

"Tuesday, November 16, 2004

We're (It Seems) All Policemen Now...

Considering:

"The World"

On any level beyond the:

"Local"

And:

"Familiar"

it seems we're transported into varying stages and modes of some
(seemingly), Omniscient, Omnipotent and Omnipresent Police State.

Ironic really, as many people, myself included, still wonder why I'm an Iconoclastic Misanthrope.

The stranger Irony is that, since putting both my back and neck
out of/back into place, I have entered into a somewhat more endearing
and enduring:

"Reality"

The calm fufillment of a Good Night's Rest.

Although upon waking I still: "Panic", wondering where am I meant to: "Be"? What is: "meant" to be done today?

And then of course the waking up to Simulacra, mere Images of those I Love rather than being near, or when with them...

But, as I am oft want to do, I have digressed.

The Sound of the Playgrounds' Play.

The lack of need to:

"Armour"

Ones' Self for Work.

The lack of need to worry about what nerve induced Calamity, or
(un-)humourous insult will fly my way. What meaningless uncivilised
and unneccesary:

"Drama"

will be next."

I hear that ol' buddy

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