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Some supermarket in California,
We were searching for Whitman
Behind some grapes.
Alas, he was not there.
Played a game of chess
In some tragic Wasteland
What else is there to do?
Our barn was burnt down
We took our shopping cart
Filled with various items
Clothes, blankets, canned peaches,
Sunflower seeds, 2 flashlights, hard candy,
Tissues, Sprite, a soup pan,
Hardtack (which I made myself)
And a sleeping bag, for when its cold.
I have never been cold,
Beside you before,
You never mentioned it either.
Those are the nights I realize
That my entire study of American Literature
Has never prepared me for the American Life.
No American Dream has come from
Whaling, living in the woods, traveling west.
No civil overthrow of the government
Will brand you with an A.
You taught me that,
As well as other
But most of all,
You are my incorruptible dream.
I will beat on against the current
Which way does your beard point?
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Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our
nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice
is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our
currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of
choice is none. Our society of choice is utopian
though we know it will never be.
You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may
misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence.
We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because
we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are
not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not
naive children. We are one massive, global, tribal
village that transcends man-made law, physical
geography, and time itself. We are The Massive. One
We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the
thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a
mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of
concrete, steel, and electrical wiring. We were drawn
back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness,
and darkness of it, we came to