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Masochism, the latest trend to crash and burn
Jeff Klepper

As obsessed as I get with my own self destruction, I still enjoy aiding it
There really is nothing more masochistic
Over spending is just overcompensating for income failure
I recall that I forget most of the time I am the master of my own behavior
In the middle-age fallacy that I have come to rely upon since I have aspirations of progress
I fall victim to my own misinterpretations of life’s scripted outcome of life; and decomposing
Compost for gardens and solace for some, the organs we have are nothing more than wholesome
Like wind passing through our hair, like sunsets standing on the horizon, we take another breath
Hold it in, release it, bring our heads out from underneath our egos, and make a new identity
This is emotional circumstance, and frustration is just a setback for the impatience with time
There is no stopping time, there is no stopping the age of now, so lift my apprehensions
Tomorrow is a day we know will never not come, but is it that important to look that far ahead?

The Passicifacation of a Generation
Jeff Klepper

When you see my face desolate and cold
Please refrain from reminding how undetermined I was
I would appreciate the lack of interest when I am in my coffin
For the first time ridicule would not sound so pretentious
When I exit the scene I might as well be satisfied with the let down
Than I can for one moment appreciate the collapse of civilization without the act of lamenting?
I doubt it, thats why I brought popcorn for the last act of this Shakespearian molestation of life
It is unlikely heavy drug use can remedy the pedulums swing
That is why I stick to pathological lying and burning effigies
So do not profess to leave anything behind and pronounce your worth
Because we have been short changed ever since our birth

God is the antecedent to misery. Humanity has known this since its development of this notion. But then again, must we digress? -Jeff Klepper

Repetition: The Final Frontier
Jeff Klepper

It’s like a waking life moment that repeats itself
There is no lecture series on it, it evolves on its own
Present the facts and erase the stacks of news gone bad
Last wishes dismissed as if they were going to be honored
Give in to sin and requited loves last glimmer of hope as it dooms its master
I cannot give advice to those that give subjectivity to their creator
Dearly departed from the depths of the egos fantastic voyage; I relate insensitivity at its best
So let go of the demonstrative allegory of the witch and the youngling
Its all in contempt for the fleeting moments we spend curing our ailments
So circumvent the argument made time and time again and release my mind
We have given up, once and for all, so let us fall with grace and tear down the walls