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What is the substratum of each day but mere filler, the in-between? The contours roughly pencilled in, we simply flesh them out, gamely connect-the-dots, paint by numbers. This, that we wake to each day, that we reconstruct, dumbly enacting each scene, each encounter, actors simply wanting to please, to cover the cost of each curtain, the ushers to soundlessly herd you out. Every last one of us apprentices, frenzied cattle - the grand performance, back by popular demand! Fodder for our flighty attention         spans, meagre senses of self. Nextstoppleaseholdhow areyouicanhelpyouhere ithinkineedfindeverything youneededtodaygoodthanks pillowed against the brute fear of boredom, of silence.
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Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 5:38 PM UTC
The In-Between
What is the substratum of each day but mere filler, the in-between? The contours roughly pencilled in, we simply flesh them out, gamely connect-the-dots, paint by numbers. This, that we wake to each day, that we reconstruct, dumbly enacting each scene, each encounter, actors simply wanting to please, to cover the cost of each curtain, the ushers to soundlessly herd you out. Every last one of us apprentices, frenzied cattle - the grand performance, back by popular demand! Fodder for our flighty attention         spans, meagre senses of self. Nextstoppleaseholdhow areyouicanhelpyouhere ithinkineedfindeverything youneededtodaygoodthanks pillowed against the brute fear of boredom, of silence.
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Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 5:38 PM UTC
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