CALENDAR
You should never follow the calendar, for it lies to you
and you are dead. One day, the sky tells you of the moon,
and then an eclipse of a lunar stage, and suddenly you claim
you're a Druid. The calendar swears to it. Believe me though
- oh instantly converted one - it doesn't work. You are driving
a car and eating from plastic and drinking from sweets and
cardboard cups commingled while singing of radio songs
about lovings and lusts. No such Druid, no one trusts. You're
as fake as a tree, brought inside at a Christmas ball, of
silvery, tinseled plastic and laughter and all.
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