Friday The 13th Never Ends!

All of us harbor a deep commitment to bullshit:
Living for fame, fellow man & little else
Subscribed immeasurably to every practical suggestion--
Our mysteries born not out of boredom, but out of a thousand
Years of lessons in how to scrawl our disappointments
across exhaustion’s crippled lip
Out of a hundred or more hours devoted to revitalizing the more incorrigible
aspects of the human condition
Out of leaving a heathen taste on the tongue of one accustomed
to that Holy Grail of things better left unsaid
& out of discovering that there is a certain kind of truth in being wrong
When we’re hauling around delusions
of someone else’s grandeur