Sunday, April 26, 2009

342. BEETHOVEN'S SEEING EYE DOG

BEETHOVEN'S
SEEING EYE DOG
Unable to believe in the evidence, there was nothing
more to do : become a silent cynic, ramble about as
if mad, pick up traces of whatever was seen.
It was, in a way, a chance for the most
unbelievable colloquialism. I knew
the rest of the world to be one
vast lie. Even the wisest men,
shitheads at heart, never
spoke a true word
in their entire
lives.

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