

The hall of DreamersIn the great hall of dreamers One thousand lie like stone Each so near another Yet every dream, aloneThe hall of Dreamers
Through the ages, endless They lie in lonely sleep In one thousand tiny worlds One thousand dreamers weep
Each enthralled by illusion Unknowing slaves of fate One thousand meek kings Clutch their crowns and wait
Thus they scream in silence Dreamers, veiled in glass Isolated, unaware the while A thousand seasons pass...


Ode to a Breakfast BurritoElegantly veiled in plastic Packaged, sterilized Diseases internalized Make me whole, make me sick Breakfast burritoOde to a Breakfast Burrito
So lovingly, uniquely made From the machine god, alpha omega
Food exists, if Ive only paid For this mass produced, All fulfilling refuse
Mexican cuisine, epitomized Marginalized, imperialized A token of diversity Price tag tolerance Its cultural perversity
Profundity prepared with care
Microwave, sit and stare Shove it down, go back to bed Chemicals, make me dead I cant deal


The Art GalleryThe Art GalleryThe Art Gallery
A young man stepped into the already crowded room. Baffling assortments of objects were carefully placed around the plain concrete walls, showcased by old lights scattered around with a certain precision. He glanced around. In this corner sat a pile of fruit, in that a Florentine lady, over there a sunset in the French countryside, and there a dilapidated black and white building. An empty doorway led to a dark space before the next room, where he could see various figures clustered around similar objects. Stepping closer, the young man could hear the conversations of a few different clumps of people.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
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