406-401K-2018

this is it,

that sweet (enough)

amerikan dream

of disability,

social security,

unemployment,

or the lottery,

some desperate

way to stop

punching a clock,

give you a chance

to stand outside

under the stars,

collect your thoughts,

observe,

come to grips

with the obvious,

your profound

ignorance,

and embrace

the wonder

and chaos

of this wild-ass

dream trip,

the mother-fucking

sideshow of

crazy shit—you,

yes, you—

that miracle—

consciousness.

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