Me kõik oleme omamoodi armistunud,
nagu tänavanurga plank,
mis elu pidevalt vahetuvatest afiššidest
on kaetud olnud aegade knopkaaukega.
Ainsa kaitsena eneselt,
tõest värvi tõukab turjalt.
Koorunud värv,
kui pisar, langeb maha.
Punane, must, beež või lilla-
pole vahet,
mis uue kihiga end taas katta.
Tõeline pale siiski näha neile,
kes piisavalt lähedalt vaadata julgevad.
Kas Sa julged?
"Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake in green pastures:
It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz:
It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,
I will fear no Equal
For thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of the Starbucks:
Thou annointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life:
And I will dwell in the House of Mochas forever."
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