Day 1698

…He drawls pompous

(you can hear the pasties in the corner of his mouth through the speakers)

Doling advice like tumorous lumps

And I, listening,

Can feel the dreams

Once so cherished

in infantilized futures

Evaporate

like last weeks spray tan

Left wondering

when

the gatekeepers of artistic creation

became so

Goddamn

Boring…

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