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tortoise ran, ran and hare caught up but tortoise, he still run faster so hare, he takes shortcut comes out neck and neck to tortoise and hare sees finish line but tortoise still keep running faster and maddening so hare, he give up. "but, i am nothing," said the hare and he jumps off to the side a bit so he don't crowd tortoise too much and he let tortoise zoom on by to victory and ladies and trophies and love and fame and everybody, they love tortoise- you love tortoise, i love tortoise- but poor hare is still here but don't nobody know nothing 'bout it. all of a sudden and then quoth the tiger, "let Love prevail over all." this mean hare ain't got no retributive chance so hare runs sadly like champion to graves of heroes and dies quiet death, little death, explosive death, squeak and squeal. tortoise come back, he say he understands your orphan with his gun and he never want to go back home where beasties go when so frightened like eskimo hold spear and run whale run so hare he don't see and catch up. so tortoise and hare, they keep running to graves, each to own, and never see nothing coming nowhere like the flowers die so pretty, withered dreams like tortoise-hare, dear old mister tortoise dear old mister hare now old and grey and achey and dead and dying. never gave thought to noone nohow not in love nor in hate, we just can't help but fire fire fire burn pop sizzle crack boom fizzle. shotgun spoonfed and we are one with all the others but nobody acts like it's true. nobody acts like it matters because we're all stuck inside same old jailcell just like mister tortoise mister hare all the audience cheering them on and gone man really. Gone. (from "mister owl", cathartic love letters)
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