Stream 9

On a pungent city night
down the way of Moulin Rouge, rococo dresses call the girls and boys too.
(Are they boys and girls?) They must be! They act the good part
While during the day reciting from the good book.
Hedonist without a cause they shout. Hm, um, a, being redundant without a doubt.
Without a doubt through their merry way
Singing, chanting, holding hands always looking straight.
Ahead as I wonder, ponder as Octobers tend to do. Is it worth it? To heed the calling is becoming trite too. I, for one blame (but I'm not only one for I we know is an other) Another who publicize Bohemia and retail maps to a harvest of souls. Yet the ancient remedy cures my modern ills. Crying, laughter, thrills.
There should be no in between. But. There's an ocean between bliss and sadness. Mediocrity..my small ship never wants to get lost in it. But and there are so many buts the butts have taken that too.
Pleasure and lifestyle of The Genius Vagabond into a counter-culture that only counters its origins...They don't know where it, they, them came from.
I know but I don't want to speak their language of Channels 2-2000.
Narsistic thoughts, in common eyes. Most probable. Too many boys and girls, odds are in their favor.