(Another short one from the ’97 vault. I was living in Lawrence at this time. Lots of fun. Lots of drunken writing also. This one is tolerable amidst piles of garbage I have sifted through tonight.)
Fear — so strange.
Society instills…
Society accepts…
Fear.
Which is worse: Death or Fear of Death?
You tell me.
I don’t know…
yet.
Fear — a song
ringing through the trees.
Fear — so wrong.
Repressing inhibitions.
