THIS SINNER SHALL HAVE...
Not the nervous sort, but not
impetuous either. Nor the sort
to watch TV; I don't even know
what that's about. Walking down
the nighttime street, I clearly see
TV no longer is enough. Every
shadow is blue, and every black
is blue too - that TV blue of a
shown light cast outdoors. These
things I see are now wall-sized,
each and every. Installment plan
investing by every family? How
game is that? And, no longer on
a table, set before one, I see now
these are all enormous size and
perched on the wall, higher than
the eyes. I guess they all decided
they had to look up to something.
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