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It is time now I am only with myself no more talking, no words to say what is is or isn't just a slightly higher moment to confirm whatever I think over costly drinks we discussed what is was(n't) but now I am alone with these thoughts no confirmation, no glory of assertion merely speculation remains now I sit here, and write as if to tell you something you could not hear yourself everybody under the thumb of another that's how it is as we sit here under the fancy world indoctrination of the conflicted fat man you can judge *** at a glance in the all-too-human world shared brides, cultural matter-of-fact they fold in on themselves and swing to Wednesday and Saturday nights the dominant pattern is an item in the diet of thoughts for as long as we have ritualized; who knows how long? our theater; a mathematical dance of light, sound and spectacle a pun reeling from it's own absurdity endless laughter pours out of every theater together we cannot help but be a retreat from the brink
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Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
I Am Only With Myself Now
It is time now I am only with myself no more talking, no words to say what is is or isn't just a slightly higher moment to confirm whatever I think over costly drinks we discussed what is was(n't) but now I am alone with these thoughts no confirmation, no glory of assertion merely speculation remains now I sit here, and write as if to tell you something you could not hear yourself everybody under the thumb of another that's how it is as we sit here under the fancy world indoctrination of the conflicted fat man you can judge *** at a glance in the all-too-human world shared brides, cultural matter-of-fact they fold in on themselves and swing to Wednesday and Saturday nights the dominant pattern is an item in the diet of thoughts for as long as we have ritualized; who knows how long? our theater; a mathematical dance of light, sound and spectacle a pun reeling from it's own absurdity endless laughter pours out of every theater together we cannot help but be a retreat from the brink
jmartinez
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Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
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