this morning #195.

this morning, it was beginning to look a lot like fiction everywhere he went. he took a look at the time he’d spent on video games & then saw nothing but a big ol’ gaping hole. it was beginning to look a lot like fiction. cops on every block. nobody that he saw seemed to be above the law but the fuzz sure were. they were all in cahoots & his ancestral roots simply did not mean a thing. though he was told to be proud & be bold, freedom did not seem to ring and then it all just happened once again. it was beginning to look a lot like fiction. billboards & the like. nothing they advertised caught his fancy or his eyes & it bummed him out. sure. it’s christmas once more.