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It was a dark and stormy morning
as she got into her car
and became contemplative on the drive

She wanted to be Clarisse to his Montag
open him up wide like the skies
let it pour down through him

She watches
as the billboards stretch longer, wider
as she goes on by

Fun machines without rubber bumpers
drive faster
which begs the question

What are you escaping from?
What’s out there that haunts you so?

Why does it a take a philosopher to ask
    what is this life?
    what is this consciousness?
    what is this social shit that locks us in place
         and makes us look to celebrities as our heroes
         as if their lives were worth obtaining
    when we used to look at the characters within the pages
    for our sources of inspiration?

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