I wrote a poem

What happened?

Why did I crack up?

Who is the zombie?

Where is no longer a choice?

When the deal no longer exists?

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Learn the uncomfortable truth about lies.

Learn the comforting lies about the truth.

The death of life.

The life of death.

The afterward of pretension.

The preconceived notion of the unknown.

Why is this here?

I can’t decide if my world is a three dimensional spreadsheet with an undetectable circular reference or an out of focus, intermittent holographic projection.

Trade agreements

I trade freedom for stability.

I trade consistency for happiness.

I trade happiness for consistency.

I trade pain for dullness.

I trade health for pleasure.

I trade compassion for brutality.

I trade understanding for winning.

I trade learning for punishment.

I trade trading for convenience.