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The here,
 
Mark sleeps with the tombstones,
but these memorials are not rock; they are paper.
 
Rest in peace
to the books existed, in nonexistent existence
whose pages lay scattered and crumpled
in a graveyard of forgotten fictions;
 
Wasteland, we are waste
all waste, we are
 
That’s what Mark says to himself,
sometimes.
 
He sinks beneath the surface of the unmade,
drowning in the screams of his murdered--
 
Thoughts, seas diseased with tremendous ease--
 
Chalk dust pollution, mechanical voices,
do as we say, but…
 
Kill the self, drink the honey and play
with us, we know, we know--
 
Thoughts, accept this cell block
and the warden at the front
who tells but one thing always,
recite, repeat, rinse the blood,
 
There is no self but the selfless,
-ish does not belong,
 
Open the notebook.
 
How to be a good person, chapter one,
nature doesn’t matter
never disagree
feelings are better than sense
speak freely, but don’t speak these words

(Logic enters stage left)
 
(Logos whispers:
 
Do you ever wonder
why this place seems to buzz,
like a hive?
 
Don’t talk. Don’t play too rough or too much
 
Listen, only.
 
What are the words of a child,
with no experience or age
 
Yet, they teach Jane Eyre.)
 
(Logos laughs)

Child Mark raises a hand,
wonders aloud"
No, that’s a stupid question.
 
But why?

It just is, and what is always is, there is no why.
 
“Oh.”
 
Laughter from twenty-three classmates,
he’ll grow up one day.

(Logos gets stabbed, twenty-three
daggers of passionate newspeak)

Kill the self! Kill the self! Kill the self!
 
(Logos gets dragged away,
his final words echo inside the mind,
 
is listening suicide?
 
Yes.)

(exit stage right)
 
The now,
 
Sorry, dear characters, it was not Mark
Who aborted you, the poison vial belonged
To the twenty-three
 
The doctor said a combination of letters,
ADD to the HD
 
Pills will make him see.
 
It’s depression, take these scripts,
Multiples
 
They overlap, don’t kill yourself, think of others
 
What would they think?
What would they
What they
They

Hello, this is the Not-News News Tonight-day (as not to offend the day),
Tragedy hits home as Mark Anthony visited the next life with the help of nylon and a bannister, this is the 30th self passing away of the month, how truly sad, now onto the absolutely despicable and outrageous shirt this man wore at his job, words don’t do justice to this injustice.
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