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You see what glitters can’t keep your hands off it feels so soft tastes so good By the time you’re in high school it’s already too late to get enough of it but you try anyway like a responsible adult despite marital ennui despite collapsing financial machines despite leveled forests despite legal hypocrisy so reality conflicts with your childhood dreams and you go numb despite the glitter you’ve piled up in your desperate garage then as a senior citizen you grow scared of ending you pretend all the craving and striving meant something even though you never believed in God never prayed or meditated never read sacred literature and insisted who needs the Bhagavad Gita when you have a portfolio who needs the Maharishi when you have CNN eventually age wins you ache you get wider you are too tired you stop counting what’s in the garage doesn’t matter now all you need is room for one more thing about the size of a camp stove it all stops when you carry the generator upstairs close the windows put towels under the door and pull the starter cable the literature says “Quiet….. runs all night.” which comforts you like the glittery things of your youth
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Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC
AMERICAN PROBLEM
You see what glitters can’t keep your hands off it feels so soft tastes so good By the time you’re in high school it’s already too late to get enough of it but you try anyway like a responsible adult despite marital ennui despite collapsing financial machines despite leveled forests despite legal hypocrisy so reality conflicts with your childhood dreams and you go numb despite the glitter you’ve piled up in your desperate garage then as a senior citizen you grow scared of ending you pretend all the craving and striving meant something even though you never believed in God never prayed or meditated never read sacred literature and insisted who needs the Bhagavad Gita when you have a portfolio who needs the Maharishi when you have CNN eventually age wins you ache you get wider you are too tired you stop counting what’s in the garage doesn’t matter now all you need is room for one more thing about the size of a camp stove it all stops when you carry the generator upstairs close the windows put towels under the door and pull the starter cable the literature says “Quiet….. runs all night.” which comforts you like the glittery things of your youth
michael-hoffman
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American
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC
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