Each of us leaving our stone piles everywhere

Each of us leaving our stone piles everywhere we go, stigmatatizing in an hour or the next astral projection is free. That we each need a stone pile, never questioned. The Stone

The thing about these stone piles is they baffle future generations. Stonehenge, Harhoog, Göbekli Tepe, Amman, all puzzles. But in truth just bored teens out to perplex the greats

in the highest means of pretense, like postmodern art before postmodern art. Those stone piles, though extricably planned, were nothing but a sham created by youths of prehistory.

A tradition that would be carried on far into the future when post deconstuctionist commentary on the future of mankind would be made in the form of crop circles

skinny jeans and tattoos of Derrida's "the hymen is neither confusion nor distinction, neither identity nor difference" across your back as your tramp stamp. When disdain came free

you bought 2 boxes as it was a 2for1 deal with tins of indifference. Then you chucked your indifference through my window. Both this & your tramp stamp puzzled me. Post-Hegelian

guilt once plagued me, but no more! Do you hear me?? NO MORE! You had your way with me & now I am the one who feels indifferent! I could not care less! I am beyond indifferent!

You made me sick at the sight of you, but I'm so indifferent I've forgotten what you even look like.

Yes, completely wiped you from my memory banks, I have. Not a wrinkle of grey matter notes your existence in my mind. You are vanished, erased, purged as it were.