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At least five a day! Stop smoking! Enough messages to fatten a health freak, sprinkling my consciousness like drizzle pimpling a window pane. On Dali time - I wander a nightmare hall of mirrors. My watch slow, slow - marching past the appointment hour. Incubating my ***** sample, I watch a young man bending forward like a scribe studying his text. Someone silently mouthing her missal or her shopping list. Ping! Will William Shaw please go to room five. Back to the slow march. Please let me be next.
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
The Waiting Room
At least five a day! Stop smoking! Enough messages to fatten a health freak, sprinkling my consciousness like drizzle pimpling a window pane. On Dali time - I wander a nightmare hall of mirrors. My watch slow, slow - marching past the appointment hour. Incubating my ***** sample, I watch a young man bending forward like a scribe studying his text. Someone silently mouthing her missal or her shopping list. Ping! Will William Shaw please go to room five. Back to the slow march. Please let me be next.
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
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