Saturday, December 12, 2015

7578. I WILL AVAIL MYSELF OF NOTHING

I WILL AVAIL MYSELF 
OF NOTHING
That salt shaker is just powder. made to look that 
way. The lamplighter torch is fake, just a video
image of something untrue. What do you want from
me? A perfect life, this ain't. There's nothing with
traction left -  everything is sleek and slippery and
too crafty for words. That waiter bringing me tuna,
even he admits he's not sure what it is really. Some 
sort of fish, he imagines, from some sort of place.

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