AUTHOR
Would I authorize the writer to
sign the sheet? To endlessly plant
words where nothing can ever grow?
Yes, in a certain fit of spite I would.
Only because of this : the world is a
frightening place, a narrow shitted-up shed
filled with the awful debris of dog and the
doggerel of the cat and the mouse. All those
creeps who stand around a bar and cheer
at a screen overhead. What philosophy is this?
A tandem wrangle with a drunken God, an ancient
Norseman in his night to speak of deep nothings
and cataclysmic heights? I have nothing, and was
given nothing and - thereby - have absolutely
nothing to give back. to wit : I am done.
You can say you knew me when.
Would I authorize the writer to
sign the sheet? To endlessly plant
words where nothing can ever grow?
Yes, in a certain fit of spite I would.
Only because of this : the world is a
frightening place, a narrow shitted-up shed
filled with the awful debris of dog and the
doggerel of the cat and the mouse. All those
creeps who stand around a bar and cheer
at a screen overhead. What philosophy is this?
A tandem wrangle with a drunken God, an ancient
Norseman in his night to speak of deep nothings
and cataclysmic heights? I have nothing, and was
given nothing and - thereby - have absolutely
nothing to give back. to wit : I am done.
You can say you knew me when.
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