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After work I come home from a half hour bike ride; I don't count the miles, why bother? As I place my bike against the bookshelf I have yet to organize I overhear people in the kitchen; loud like the engines of trains on a sunny day in Arkansas They're talking about ***** the tips of ***** nuts; blurry waves of cosmic notes against the sheets of empty space This is what we do with noise when our brains fill to the brim with symbols, concepts, ideas and worries Do we have real control over our tongues? How they click and cluck; lash like bullwhips against the back our teeth As though they are in a hurry to get our mouths to turn the thoughts into daggers; sling them wherever and hope they hit a target; any target will do
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
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After work I come home from a half hour bike ride; I don't count the miles, why bother? As I place my bike against the bookshelf I have yet to organize I overhear people in the kitchen; loud like the engines of trains on a sunny day in Arkansas They're talking about ***** the tips of ***** nuts; blurry waves of cosmic notes against the sheets of empty space This is what we do with noise when our brains fill to the brim with symbols, concepts, ideas and worries Do we have real control over our tongues? How they click and cluck; lash like bullwhips against the back our teeth As though they are in a hurry to get our mouths to turn the thoughts into daggers; sling them wherever and hope they hit a target; any target will do
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
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