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I think about the veil most of us live under.   the one that seeks to distance us from the ugly, brutal, severe directness of the cold scales of survival. -we are not so far removed.    the 9 to 5     the supermarkets      the advertisements       the entertainment        the gas stations         the toilets          the dinnerware           the morning talk shows            the sidewalks             the right angles              the hot showers               the doors                the locks on the doors                 ... it all adds to the illusion of exception. they're all jumping monkeys clamoring to distract and avert. this man-made cacophony is a powerful hypnotic and we succumb to our own enchantments quite easily.                                                      I lost                                                 sight of  the                                             sun below the  h                                              orizon.   I had t                                                oo many que stions to ask before the earth came between us.  and now the night                                 reminds me that she never left.                                             mute         music                                             magic       mother                                                           I                                                         see                                                        you
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Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC
circus, umbra/arcadia
I think about the veil most of us live under.   the one that seeks to distance us from the ugly, brutal, severe directness of the cold scales of survival. -we are not so far removed.    the 9 to 5     the supermarkets      the advertisements       the entertainment        the gas stations         the toilets          the dinnerware           the morning talk shows            the sidewalks             the right angles              the hot showers               the doors                the locks on the doors                 ... it all adds to the illusion of exception. they're all jumping monkeys clamoring to distract and avert. this man-made cacophony is a powerful hypnotic and we succumb to our own enchantments quite easily.                                                      I lost                                                 sight of  the                                             sun below the  h                                              orizon.   I had t                                                oo many que stions to ask before the earth came between us.  and now the night                                 reminds me that she never left.                                             mute         music                                             magic       mother                                                           I                                                         see                                                        you
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37/M/Texas
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC
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