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In nature, as in civilised homes, there is evidence of conformity That only significant study would make apparent, but his studies were suspicious and neighbours would talk The nose is bleeding and his pretty song is skipping on the jukebox by the bathroom door Anhedonia now is constant, the pathos inherent As their mother went missing years ago While they read Proust by the window, and the day was drawing closed Their father was sick with Absinthe shakes whilst little duck starved in the pond behind the house On disagreeable days, profound introspection becomes not more than subversive psycho-babble and the words he speaks are dust on the tongue a bother and little more Purported to be perpetually depressed, his cool demeanor left an impression on his sister, as she would gaze upwards at his face, displaying world-weariness So Weltschmerz they called him and his cool was palpable but only her smile could bring colour to his fa-*
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
Anomalous Anomie and the Thorough Breakdown of Familial Bonds or Literary Ambitions
In nature, as in civilised homes, there is evidence of conformity That only significant study would make apparent, but his studies were suspicious and neighbours would talk The nose is bleeding and his pretty song is skipping on the jukebox by the bathroom door Anhedonia now is constant, the pathos inherent As their mother went missing years ago While they read Proust by the window, and the day was drawing closed Their father was sick with Absinthe shakes whilst little duck starved in the pond behind the house On disagreeable days, profound introspection becomes not more than subversive psycho-babble and the words he speaks are dust on the tongue a bother and little more Purported to be perpetually depressed, his cool demeanor left an impression on his sister, as she would gaze upwards at his face, displaying world-weariness So Weltschmerz they called him and his cool was palpable but only her smile could bring colour to his fa-*
*Writer grew disillusioned with this particular piece and decided to commit a literary suicide
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
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