Folded Thought of the Day:

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It's kinda quiet down there.  Lopsided.  Outnumbered.  Empty 
space day dreams.  Stop right there and wake that little boy 
up.  It's time to go... for your lessons.  You should have 
learned by now.  Hiding behind that chimney won't help.  

Make your stand.  Little man.

Don't bet your bottom dollar on such long shots.  And quit 
that make-believe game you keep playing.  Unless you can 
manage to really make it believe.  Whatever it was that 
brought you here is what is making you lose your way.  
Just like everyone else on this cannery row.  

Cram all those thoughts down their throats.  Let them 
choke on this collective memory.  Select our destiny.  
Come out even.

Picking up that small change drifting along the bar.  
Looking for a home.  'Til we meet again... for the big 
encore.  Roses.  Tidings.  

A silent sound.  Amplified with the forgotten limerick.  
Where are the arms that pledged allegiance?... or the 
voices that recited those rote words, written from the 
inside out.  Just because you're innocent doesn't mean 
you were meant to qualify.  Some lessons must be forgotten.  

Run and don't look down.  Just this one time.  Take 
part in the pick-up game.  Fall and dust yourself off.  
Beat out the tag.  Give us a little chatter.  Bring up 
the batter... looking up for the challenge.  Pointing 
at his friend, out there beyond the reach.  Sit up.  
Don't stand.  Not yet.  

All in good time.  

A good time will be had.  In fact, we'll all be had 
sooner or later.  And we'll feel it for the rest of 
our lives.  GI Joe never ran this gauntlet.  He'd never 
end up in this losing battle.  This zone defined by 
the lack of boundaries.  A scorched-earth policy 
implemented with razor precision.  

And there's ol' Joe, bumming his way into the hearts 
of our future generations.  Waiting just around the 
bend.  A bearded ambush.  A grand beating around the 
bush.  Tag.  You're "it".  Quite the honor.  Much 
fanfare and ticker-tape parading will be had.  

Shake it off.  Cause it's off to class now Junior.  
Be a big man.  Do us proud.  Don't shirk.  And be 
sure to hold your own.


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