DRINKING THAT
LIMEWATER JUICE
What potential has any of
this? You value the time you
spend, but just look how you
spend that time you so value.
Come, cheer me up with your
vibes, before I too am a suicide.
Let's polish our cars together; let's
get candy for the criers on Mars;
let's bring happy people into really
sad places, and bring sad people
over to see what happy's like. All
around here, things are running out
of control - new shingles where
no siding was before. New kinds
of doors that only open up. Men
are drinking near the pilot-light
disco center, even though no one
even knows what that means, let
alone why. I've always seen this
all as just the end - justifying
nothing and meaning no method.
Ends that do justify their meanings
always seem so weak. Like a boxer,
trying to make a fist with five broken
fingers. There won't be anything
strong about that punch, you know.*
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*Or, to put it the way I want the history
books to show it, 'you can't make a fist
with five broken fingers.'
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