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I could hold out for 5 months? Something like that. The contained + insular existence holds out I guess. But you're all so young, you can project into the future; the cyclical doesn't whisper in that insinuating sotto-voice:(DISSOLUTION, DECAY, THE END OF PLEASURE) and you can walk around in those shorts and look into cars and differ your dreams.
Who knows Russian? Who can stay off their phone? Who reads Goethe? I DONT EVEN CARE. It's a plea for something else. Any request carries the taint of desperation and finality unto nothing, why would it be otherwise. But if the sinkhole swallows it all up I'lll type it up and watch it get swallowed up in the fog.
A SILKWORM is caught and is interrupted by the thunderbolt, the firework, the methed out howl.
But I sit and wait for what? The second coming? The fixed stars? The promise of a happiness that lasts the orbit? Andromeda and Cephus lie together; Perseus was TOO LATE.
I don't blame anyone for this I'm just baffled. The middle-man provides the most spurious fulfillment imaginable.
But why is there a liter tax. Why is there a patrol? Why is there birth-control that can be breached??
I wonder; is this a falling into the protoplasm of time? Or an assertion of the the timeless phallus?
God tell me please...... боже мой. The edit is false; time is a thief in the night with a hog's bell.
Would you believe I'm "young" too as far as it goes?
Coffee or tea; there are two options,
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