Wednesday 3/15/2006 12:48:00 AM

So much for karma.

Yellow brick roads take us to false wizards. Megaphones and curtains we wish we'd never looked behind.

The truth is only good to know if you're ready for it. If you can live with the void it leaves.

They'll sign the cards. They'll wrap the gifts. As if they could ever know what love really means to you. As though it's anything more than a zipper to them. Pull it open. Draw it closed. Manufacturing their happiness in double stitches and brass rivets.

Those 501, shrink to fit people.

They can't see the past in my words. Nor the future. Only themselves.


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