My Hollow WorldA Poem by Jack CassidyNot fond of giving a description at the moment...
What's there to learn when you've seen behind the curtain?
You've caught a glimpse of the actors/actresses, practiced their rituals, worn out your designer jeans, that ultimately transformed them into vintage. There needn't be a love that's just right, I've been pleased by many, selfishly and unselfishly I deeply penetrated their hearts. I've torn down traffic signs due to apathy, for months pedestrians played in the streets, automobiles sped and totaled each other. Last night I told someone I loved them, later I fucked them, then I disappeared from view. I've obeyed when it was necessary, and broken laws when no one was watching, but each choice was nothing more.
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