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I like my headphones for the Insulation. Sometimes my ears Take in too much stray noise, Dredge up too much disorienting Mud from the depths of a TV Screen or an iPod. Then I can Always snuggle into my headphones And be silent - and silence is a Dear dear commodity, to be sure, When every other scene- Stealing, pudgy-mouthed buffoon Has to put his ten cents in. So Much sound should be a sin; Background music, ambient noise, Music for airports, and pubescent Boys screeching from tinny silver Speakers near the wall. I don't Want it, not every bit, not all The hate and the slippery tongues That speak and salivate and don't Say anything human. I want to reprimand, To excommunicate them from This Holy rite of sound. (And really, I would be content to never hear Music if I could block out the roundabout Fights and the sultry nightlife descriptions Gushing from my screen, if I could Use my headphones to keep That liquid crystal from pouring in My too needfully silent ears.) Maybe I'll follow a painter's path: All visuals and open dripping wet Wrath with a noisy race. I can be a Terrifying girl. Cut off my ears and Be deaf to the world. Wrap me in Canvas and chase me back into the Woods on a starry starry night.
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Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 5:29 PM UTC
Headphones
I like my headphones for the Insulation. Sometimes my ears Take in too much stray noise, Dredge up too much disorienting Mud from the depths of a TV Screen or an iPod. Then I can Always snuggle into my headphones And be silent - and silence is a Dear dear commodity, to be sure, When every other scene- Stealing, pudgy-mouthed buffoon Has to put his ten cents in. So Much sound should be a sin; Background music, ambient noise, Music for airports, and pubescent Boys screeching from tinny silver Speakers near the wall. I don't Want it, not every bit, not all The hate and the slippery tongues That speak and salivate and don't Say anything human. I want to reprimand, To excommunicate them from This Holy rite of sound. (And really, I would be content to never hear Music if I could block out the roundabout Fights and the sultry nightlife descriptions Gushing from my screen, if I could Use my headphones to keep That liquid crystal from pouring in My too needfully silent ears.) Maybe I'll follow a painter's path: All visuals and open dripping wet Wrath with a noisy race. I can be a Terrifying girl. Cut off my ears and Be deaf to the world. Wrap me in Canvas and chase me back into the Woods on a starry starry night.
you know the drill Meh.
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sleepy-sigh
26/American
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 5:29 PM UTC
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