Among the dozens/hundreds of anger-laden, no context, unembellished, unbridled prose-poems in Henry Rollins' 1997 book "See A Grown Man Cry/Now Watch Him Die," two lines in particular stuck out to me:
The strong live
The weak take years to die
The page of doodles above is just that - doodles on a page, drawn out of sheer boredom in every sense of the word and in every degree.
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