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late at night when you want to sleep and you can't bear to surrender press the strange button disguised in your remote control and your little television will flicker with an odd and greyish picture and you can hear my voice and see another moment for a world-- pearls of wood tinkling a wild woman hacking through a jungle of words uncovering swirls of teacups and curls and tiny grey horses sprouting antlers of moss and dancers and jokers and portraits of loss each one of these threaded through the path of destruction she's hacking her way through your television while murmering oh so quietly then turn off the image and lie down and rest reassured by the knowledge that out there in the world there's something just as deranged as you feel in your chest and it's there as a gift of tiny horses in teacups for you if you can find it.
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
in the television
late at night when you want to sleep and you can't bear to surrender press the strange button disguised in your remote control and your little television will flicker with an odd and greyish picture and you can hear my voice and see another moment for a world-- pearls of wood tinkling a wild woman hacking through a jungle of words uncovering swirls of teacups and curls and tiny grey horses sprouting antlers of moss and dancers and jokers and portraits of loss each one of these threaded through the path of destruction she's hacking her way through your television while murmering oh so quietly then turn off the image and lie down and rest reassured by the knowledge that out there in the world there's something just as deranged as you feel in your chest and it's there as a gift of tiny horses in teacups for you if you can find it.
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
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