Hiding in a cave
is no match for venturing
out into the light.

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Rules are issued. They
rebel. Lines are drawn. They cross.
Top down. They fight back.

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The vines stretch for more
room, expecting fruit to burst
forth any day now.

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Do we measure our
worth against the past, against
others or don’t count?

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Deadline is far off,
no need to panic. Except
when it sneaks up fast.

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The dock but a speck,
the ocean swallows us as
we surge through the waves.

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At one point, loud and
clear. But since the storm, the line
crackles with static.

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Even at its worst,
there’s still room to be surprised
at a brand new low.

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The oven has holes
for the cooks to peek out from
while frying themselves.

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Before the lights went
out, the faces closed in and
the sweat came pouring.

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You should look into
mutual funds, you slimy,
brainless, lame asshat.

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One more tug of beer,
a sip and a gulp. Ready
for trouble, as such.

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Space dog careens through
the den, sending poor earth cat
into a tizzy.

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How did I get here?
What’s it all about? Is that
all there is? Why me?

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Music City drowns
beneath stormy onslaught. The
river runs through it.

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