Tackle

by Eric Pachota

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I'm an adventure bound...
"Riddle me Maestro."
Follow a gun.
Cleaner yet?
One by one, undone to me...
"You should probably go ramble on."
Not in the sense that I've forsaken another!
More like... I've lost a bitter battle...
A function of my:
1. TIME.
2. LOCATION.
3. VOCATIONS.

Where would I be but here?
How do I end up there?
How do I end up anywhere?
Is it... because of you?
Nah uh.

Is it because it's supposed to be "philosophy?"
Don't you know that when I say "official business" it's merely show...
JUST IMAGINE WHAT IT MEANT TO ME?
To be a part of yet another rigid mystery.
Your standard bed of nails,
No (aestheticapologeticopportunities.)

FIGURA QUIT HAUNTING ME.

"Go on, turn on your God."
... You mind?
I'm trying to get my story straight.
So I can lie to my future self... you see... the past was something worthwhile!
I SWEAR TO GOD IT WAS "GREAT."
"And the supply?"
Who said it reaches its home?
Still MAGNIFYING messages and pouring out all we own,
In letters?
Again...?

No... You know this system is flawed.
Tackle / Attack all.

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released 06 January 2015

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