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The sidewalk granulated so, yellow from the streetlight though it's not quite dark it's difficult to set your feet down normally if you look at them while you do it I can't watch my body while I use it, like a dancer it's easier just to feel stand in the wind although the shelter is empty not sure why I don't ponder my actions while I take them, like a philosopher it's easier not to think cigarette burns quickly, the wind pushing it down before I can pull it and for awhile I forget about it while I watch it unraveling ring by ring in bursts against a sidewalk now blurred with inattention eyes focus on one plane like a camera I read that if you look at horizontal stripes with your left eye and vertical stripes with your right, then you will perceive a grid our brains lie and take shortcuts the heart and the liver work hard no matter what but they're just along for the ride
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Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 12:25 AM UTC
After My Body
The sidewalk granulated so, yellow from the streetlight though it's not quite dark it's difficult to set your feet down normally if you look at them while you do it I can't watch my body while I use it, like a dancer it's easier just to feel stand in the wind although the shelter is empty not sure why I don't ponder my actions while I take them, like a philosopher it's easier not to think cigarette burns quickly, the wind pushing it down before I can pull it and for awhile I forget about it while I watch it unraveling ring by ring in bursts against a sidewalk now blurred with inattention eyes focus on one plane like a camera I read that if you look at horizontal stripes with your left eye and vertical stripes with your right, then you will perceive a grid our brains lie and take shortcuts the heart and the liver work hard no matter what but they're just along for the ride
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Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 12:25 AM UTC
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