Opiate of the Masses

Readin' rots the mind.
Your slaves were never given books, for that is how the mind is made to sift the reason from the noise that flickers now, like candlelight, from every window of the house where all your slaves lie sleeping.

 

4 comments:

  1. Astonishing! You're a wizard of words!

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  2. Thank you very much, Craig! That's even better than delirious in some ways, some days. It's poetry week around here btw, so three more to go -- albeit older ones, from the Other Blog.

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  3. Awemsome, Jeff. Had me slavating with its loveliriousness.

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  4. Thank you, Gary. Dog nose eye dry.

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