I didn't turn around, but someone behind me on the bus leaned into my ear, and whispered,
"Though you've needed time, you've needed harsh head stride, the reeds below you as you skim across the myopia thrush your shins. A minuteman will always be a minuteman, a knot remains a knot. You were unprepared, sclerotic, for the onrush of the fits-spackled world. You were polite,...
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"Though you've needed time, you've needed harsh head stride, the reeds below you as you skim across the myopia thrush your shins. A minuteman will always be a minuteman, a knot remains a knot. You were unprepared, sclerotic, for the onrush of the fits-spackled world. You were polite,...
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Anyway, try this. You get a job that you know you won't like. You work there for three months, obeying every order, smiling politely, working hard and doing the best you can.
When you hit that three month mark, you go to work early in the morn, acting out the routine as you always have done. Today, though, you stop, right in the middle of...
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When you hit that three month mark, you go to work early in the morn, acting out the routine as you always have done. Today, though, you stop, right in the middle of...
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revival:
I didn't turn around, but someone behind me on the bus leaned into my ear, and whispered,
"Though you've needed time, you've needed harsh head stride, the reeds below you as you skim across the myopia thrush your shins. A minuteman will always be a minuteman, a knot remains a knot. You were unprepared, sclerotic, for the onrush of the fits-spackled world. You were polite, when asked to defend your brother, and so you were slaughtered, deservedly."
I know who it was. I'd hoped I'd live the rest of my days and die without ever seeing him again. He and I should never have existed in the same world, let alone on the same westbound bus.
"Though you've needed time, you've needed harsh head stride, the reeds below you as you skim across the myopia thrush your shins. A minuteman will always be a minuteman, a knot remains a knot. You were unprepared, sclerotic, for the onrush of the fits-spackled world. You were polite, when asked to defend your brother, and so you were slaughtered, deservedly."
I know who it was. I'd hoped I'd live the rest of my days and die without ever seeing him again. He and I should never have existed in the same world, let alone on the same westbound bus.
probable, immutable winter/gangrene unit torso window. tampered with. follow oblivious guidebook/genuine unit torrid window. all managed up. india ink and the indelible ration wrapper produkt/prey
produkt/prey product/pray
genuine immutible unit oblivion window. How's By You?
and How Areya? wellforstarters howamI? immutablewinter.
gangrene into dustgreen, glory of nameless crosshatched blister wind. eyeball lies heavy on the fields tonight. go to the window/to the torso you coward,...
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produkt/prey product/pray
genuine immutible unit oblivion window. How's By You?
and How Areya? wellforstarters howamI? immutablewinter.
gangrene into dustgreen, glory of nameless crosshatched blister wind. eyeball lies heavy on the fields tonight. go to the window/to the torso you coward,...
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1: The best thing about now defunct tower records was the Guilty Pleasures section. folks submitted their album in their record collection that they hid before the party started--but was 'most played' on their Ipod. It's like, see that punk at the bus stop? He's secretly listening to Riverdance. And that chick on the bike? Bing Crosby Christmas carols, even though it's July. I just...
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b57913:
Happy Birthday! Party Hard! 
They Feed They Lion* by Philip Levine
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter,
Out of black bean and wet slate bread,
Out of the acids of rage, the candor of tar,
Out of creosote, gasoline, drive shafts, wooden dollies,
They Lion grow.
Out of the gray hills
Of industrial barns, out of rain, out of bus ride,
West Virginia to Kiss My Ass,...
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Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter,
Out of black bean and wet slate bread,
Out of the acids of rage, the candor of tar,
Out of creosote, gasoline, drive shafts, wooden dollies,
They Lion grow.
Out of the gray hills
Of industrial barns, out of rain, out of bus ride,
West Virginia to Kiss My Ass,...
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revival:
pictures
I'm digging this CD by Beep Beep--"Business Casual." It's sickening, yet you could dance to it. And I Am Kloot.
I dropped A's car key into a snowbank, somewhere, and had to search for them, retracing several hours' worth of my steps. My former self was easy to track, because I'd left prints in the snow. I worked all over the park beside the Charles,...
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I dropped A's car key into a snowbank, somewhere, and had to search for them, retracing several hours' worth of my steps. My former self was easy to track, because I'd left prints in the snow. I worked all over the park beside the Charles,...
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You know what's fun? Early morning urban snowshoe wandering, when the blizzard isn't quite over yet. The snow drift in front of my house almost reached my nipples. Everybody out there was friendly. There was a guy walking three young huskies. And a couple of photographers, ill-prepared for the cold. Oh, that's another great boston passtime: on the first really cold day, go out to...
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heh.