street monologue

8.11 am.

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that’s a really tiny face on an ass like that.
her lips. crimson petals. like.

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ah, just another beautiful morning.
people look beautiful in the morning.
sniffs.
that was a good perfume.

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nice car.
bad tires.

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what if somebody blows a bomb in this building?
imagine the chaos. uncensored citizen news at 1.

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laughs at a good memory.

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that’s a really good ass.
matter of fact let me slow down and enjoy the view.
imagine her naked. bending over.

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the traffic.
but who’s in a hurry.
what’s on facebook.

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these people bumping into each other.
where the hell are they going?
what are they looking for?

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don’t worry about them.
worry about you.

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man as an animal is violent,
as a human he’s desirous and
as a god he’s a docile hedonist.

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why is she dressed like that?
for who?

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they are holding hands.
sweet.

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dives into a public toilet.
who are you?
asks the face in the mirror.
flashes a v-sign.

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nice suit.
nice guy.
he’s smiling at his phone.
he’s probably from cheating on his wife.

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he’s probably gay.

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shakes head.
weird thoughts.

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are those two on a date?
first dates are like movie trailers.

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how many of this people have killed somebody?
or raped?
or given up on life?

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ignores phone call.

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that lady seated badly at the bus stage.
don’t look at her thighs.
that could be somebody’s mom.

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this town keeps growing everyday.
where do they mine all these billions from?

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ah, mambo?
niko poa pia.

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nice tits.

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a week ago, somebody jumped from the k.v.d.a. 7th flr.
fuck.
him.

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ignores a beggar’s outstretched hand.
like diogenes proclaimed,
vagabonds are citizens of the universe:
no city, no home,
living from day to day.

Beggar

…citizens of the universe.

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street parliament opposite orange house.
they’re discussing waiguru.
motherfuckers.

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but why?
society can’t stand successful people.
look at the hate channeled towards the kardashians,
politicians,
rockefeller, rothschild, china, america.
look at the countries in africa that have oil and diamonds:
libya, nigeria, sudan, sierraleone.
it’s all blood and poverty.
look at the rich kid in your class.

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there was a time i was jobless in these streets.
i even befriended a couple of street kids.

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there is the shoeshiner and photographer.
they’ve been doing this for years.
it started out as a means to get by.
now heads are grey.
knuckles shine as their customers’ shoes.
be careful what you get good at.
it becomes your destiny.

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this life ain’t that bad.
there’s somebody locked up for 40 years over a crime they didn’t commit.
maybe their only crime was that they were broke.
not innocent enough to bribe the police.
or the judge.
or god.
maybe all he did was die.
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that woman i left home alone.
sometimes she’s cute sometimes she’s not.

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change is what eats you,
when you stand at a river bank.

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1.11 pm

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makes a wish.

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yawns.

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About Wudz

A scribe. A psychonaut.
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