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There’s this 4th grader brushing his teeth slowly on the living room couch confused contemplating the consequences of mom turning on the TV to talking heads spinning anxious talking points while shock rage revenge unilateral retaliation is considered in executive bunkers and everyone else watches desperate people leap out windows through airwaves broadcasting what we couldn’t comprehend looping those heavenly bodies those two burning buildings still falling still burning before school starts: “Does this mean I get to stay home?”
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
September 11th (8:05am)
There’s this 4th grader brushing his teeth slowly on the living room couch confused contemplating the consequences of mom turning on the TV to talking heads spinning anxious talking points while shock rage revenge unilateral retaliation is considered in executive bunkers and everyone else watches desperate people leap out windows through airwaves broadcasting what we couldn’t comprehend looping those heavenly bodies those two burning buildings still falling still burning before school starts: “Does this mean I get to stay home?”
zach-sanchez
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
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