all that was is never touched
symptoms of emancipation
victims of, victims of,
loitering and, loitering and,
Renounce sex
virtue
fame
and tissues
teeth made of snails
hair made of weights
"Let's all try to get along."
"We really should treat each other better."
But I suppose that's not enough for some. Or maybe it is. Ought we find a hundred different ways to say the same or read and reread a quasi-nihilist's airport romance novel? Ambiguity is a teddy bear.
Since nothing ever solid stays but whips the wind 'til it decays and something something, off the chain, runs back home, missing its daily beating.
Why not what is the only way?
stay in bed, blame overstimulation
Congratulations on your suckerpunch,
the amount of gaiety.
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