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we're all waiting in line for the second to come where we either fall off the cliff or choose to jump and get put out of our misery... anticipation impatience boredom a strangely familiar feeling of solidarity it either feels like a waste of time or like you have all the time in the world either constrained or free, oh dear virtues of love and song! what a slow painful bleeding what an amazing violent relief what a comedown what beautiful brain swelling an infinite white oblivion what a sacrifice what devotion what passion what music... what a burden it must be for a musician the bard who is to dwell in the ambivalence the mime who wishes to sing but remains a mute oh cruel queue oh manic elation oh devestation why must you rude & shove? surely we can ration is there not enough air? this is not a line but a stampede we remain trampled have we not learned from the birds? have we not learned from the herds? we're all waiting in line for the second to come teetering above a white oblivion infinite, beautiful, a comedown... what a violent relief what a slow painful bleeding
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Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 6:34 PM UTC
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we're all waiting in line for the second to come where we either fall off the cliff or choose to jump and get put out of our misery... anticipation impatience boredom a strangely familiar feeling of solidarity it either feels like a waste of time or like you have all the time in the world either constrained or free, oh dear virtues of love and song! what a slow painful bleeding what an amazing violent relief what a comedown what beautiful brain swelling an infinite white oblivion what a sacrifice what devotion what passion what music... what a burden it must be for a musician the bard who is to dwell in the ambivalence the mime who wishes to sing but remains a mute oh cruel queue oh manic elation oh devestation why must you rude & shove? surely we can ration is there not enough air? this is not a line but a stampede we remain trampled have we not learned from the birds? have we not learned from the herds? we're all waiting in line for the second to come teetering above a white oblivion infinite, beautiful, a comedown... what a violent relief what a slow painful bleeding
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Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 6:34 PM UTC
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