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Eventually, all at once, we each exist when we eat. Eventually, all at once, each realize we're existing. This is a new space I've taken up in, this is a new space I'm offering you to live in through me. Turn it on, turn it all off and take me up on my offer. Eventually, all at once, we are each extinguished and we may not recognize it then when it's happening. So we deal with it now, try to make now more now.

And understand understanding: is understanding not understanding?

The sea on trial surprised to find its own dark floor the juror, the fishes called as witnesses, and the wave the bailiff. Plead its case worth, mouth, beast, best. I'll go along with just about anything. Some people try not to eat too much, some other people try to eat enough. I will truly go along with just about anything but refuse to not be killer for even just a minute. Just another flag mentality, I guess. Just another fold cut across the sky. Blame the stock market floor's choreography, blame the common man's sense of geography. Nothing bounces one's step like hitting bottom. Oh, the fogbow surface takes its stand. Oh, the fogbow surface is in dazzling command. Oh, the fogbow surface judge's robe flows. Because nothing bounces one's step like hitting bottom.

you are real. you are real. breathe deep.
let the screens go blank and the streets explode in sirens.

bow and vow praise to hunger pangs
and do run run run do-do run run
don't ask through what world. skip the hugs.
and do run run run do-do run run.

I've got this idea for a song which won't actually be a song, but just me explaining what the song will be like. Actually, I guess I've already done that. Well anyways, it will really be a song that nobody will be able to get out of their head, and I guess I'll name it "I'm Certainly Not Pleased with My Options for the Future".

I find beside a tragic accidental still life a single anonymous pearly earring, two Tylenol fetched but never swallowed, and a neat pile of ashes (who knows how old?) What you looked like. What you look like. What you will look like. Me and you in a photobooth, black and white picture proof. Shameless time happens and passes shapelessly. Sometimes it's so much easier to miss someone before you really know them.

Turning off and toughening up. Well that's a dumb idea of smart. But you'll have to live with yourself, just you and your unique beautiful woman's entitlement. No one knows what "I love you" means, but I know it's a thing you'll run up against inside yourself. Now you're worried about what our friends say after you've had everything your own way. You made a choice to be dishonest with me, you made a choice to give up on everything. You've chosen to stomp on my vulnerability. And now you're vain enough to expect sympathy. How old is this perfect child? I've kept my cool while I've destroyed most things I've ever destroyed. I can remain all la-dee-da while mid-tantrum, so what's the difference, cool and collected or otherwise? I stand doomed and accused, but completely accustomed to your so hard won so-whatsdom. So what's the difference, cool and collected or otherwise? Still a pilgrim or a pirate, still pointed towards the shore. Still ahoy and it's hot today matees, still a wonder and a bore. But weren't you aware of it all, and weren't you in awe of the claw that clenched you all over and scared you and just left you blaming? I'm doomed to do some so-and-so, and to me you'll be some so-and-so, and I'll be just your old ex-so-and-so. I'll see you on the street sometime, so-and-so. Introduce you to my new so-and-so, politely shake hands with your so-and so, smile at the son of so-and-so. Your child to me will just be some so-and-so.