“Hey there, how is it with your soul?”
They used to ask— no longer care to know.
To process this shit it would take a bowl;
In the cloud of smoke I might lose where to go,
Which might as well be their whole goal,
Still better positioned to think and show,
That whoever THEY are, this is how I roll.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, May 8 2026.
Tittu
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In trickery and gluggery, we hear the sound, and ask 'How are you Popeye?' He replies. 'I yam'..... lol
When they need you, you're tops.
When they don't, you're history.
They'll find us in records collecting dust.
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