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We are the bearded men in union halls grown tired of the world as it seems. Until our demands are met, there can be no more search for truth. We’ve grown tired of the world as it seems from folding chairs in union halls. There will be no search for truth— we’ll gaze at our navels and curse. From folding chairs in union halls we shall pontificate our malcontent. We shall gaze at our navels and curse these indelible holes in the Real. We shall pontificate our malcontent at the crack in the wood-paneled wall that indelible hole in the Real— it must be filled! The electric moon in the wall streams in seductions of blue shadows. It must be filled! we cry. The seductions of electric moonlight make thinking difficult. We cry, but the tears only make un-forgetting harder. Thinking has become more difficult with each failed arbitration. Un-forgetting’s so much harder when forgetting pays the bills. All arbitration has failed and our demands remain unmet. So long as forgetting pays the bills, we shall be the tired beards in union halls.
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May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 8:07 AM UTC
Philosopher's Local 151
We are the bearded men in union halls grown tired of the world as it seems. Until our demands are met, there can be no more search for truth. We’ve grown tired of the world as it seems from folding chairs in union halls. There will be no search for truth— we’ll gaze at our navels and curse. From folding chairs in union halls we shall pontificate our malcontent. We shall gaze at our navels and curse these indelible holes in the Real. We shall pontificate our malcontent at the crack in the wood-paneled wall that indelible hole in the Real— it must be filled! The electric moon in the wall streams in seductions of blue shadows. It must be filled! we cry. The seductions of electric moonlight make thinking difficult. We cry, but the tears only make un-forgetting harder. Thinking has become more difficult with each failed arbitration. Un-forgetting’s so much harder when forgetting pays the bills. All arbitration has failed and our demands remain unmet. So long as forgetting pays the bills, we shall be the tired beards in union halls.
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kevin-trant
American
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 8:07 AM UTC
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