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(The original formatting is now a mess) Lawrence Hall [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office                             The Voices are Talking about Nat Nat Lipstadt   question: please write a poem about the who what when and where the voices come to you. and where they hang out when not in your head. Thank you The Voices slither about like Lady Macbeth Claiming arcane knowledge of life and death Hissing subtly with their smoky breath Their business manager is a dude named Seth (Seth attends art school at night and says his instructors don’t understand his depth of existential being-ness and, like, stuff.) They (The Voices, not Seth) visit me nightly when I’m asleep Approaching me in crouch and crawl and creep Desiring to drag my soul down into the deep Piling my vanities onto a vermiculous heap (The Voices took my evening class at Cinder Block Community College and slouched sullenly in the back wearing their Grateful Dead baseball caps on the few occasions they bothered to show up. They filed a complaint against me for dropping them.) They usually lurk in my right parietal So, shhhhh! - they’re rather anti-societal (They’re all The Office fans and are looking for affordable housing in Scranton if you know someone with a deal.)
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Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 12:28 PM UTC
The Voices are Talking about Nat - or maybe nattering about Nat...
(The original formatting is now a mess) Lawrence Hall [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office                             The Voices are Talking about Nat Nat Lipstadt   question: please write a poem about the who what when and where the voices come to you. and where they hang out when not in your head. Thank you The Voices slither about like Lady Macbeth Claiming arcane knowledge of life and death Hissing subtly with their smoky breath Their business manager is a dude named Seth (Seth attends art school at night and says his instructors don’t understand his depth of existential being-ness and, like, stuff.) They (The Voices, not Seth) visit me nightly when I’m asleep Approaching me in crouch and crawl and creep Desiring to drag my soul down into the deep Piling my vanities onto a vermiculous heap (The Voices took my evening class at Cinder Block Community College and slouched sullenly in the back wearing their Grateful Dead baseball caps on the few occasions they bothered to show up. They filed a complaint against me for dropping them.) They usually lurk in my right parietal So, shhhhh! - they’re rather anti-societal (They’re all The Office fans and are looking for affordable housing in Scranton if you know someone with a deal.)
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