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Sometimes
Just listening
Instead of babbling so much
It's no secret, really
It just tells you more

I hate nervous energy
It wastes so much time
and I grow smaller than ever in that compost

I hear about the proverbial connection between people
How it all works in the grand scheme
Like clockwork
New clocks, no rust or squealing
Or maybe they are old
Ancient even
just been taken care of
Even if only in the most unorthodox kind of way

I have been a part of a web before now
I think a giant came bounding through it
and all that's left of the gossamer
are shreds of light
floating by

We can discuss the number of times
and under what specific circumstances everything occurred
but what does it matter
when i have no social standing?
What does that fulfill?
What's the function, Conjunction Junction?

The strange young man with distant eyes responded to another name
But he didn't
He just came to my side
We chatted briefly
re-exchange per six-month protocol
taters are later than ever.

The best revenge I could ever fathom upon my ex
has all but fallen into my hands.
Do I grasp at the opportunity
or ignore the sounds of his mother's voice encouraging me?
What of morals in this?

I have seen morals ripped to shreds for years now.
Where and within whom they exist is as much your guess as mine.

I just keep trying
and somehow miss the target

I always miss.

Always.

Maybe a desensitization with dozens of handguns all around me will cure me of this problem...

Oh the nightmares I will have tonight. Abstractions will have a treat tomorrow, I'm sure.

I just wanted company, company that I trust
but that isn't the usual in my world.
Strange, this trust
Sudden, not according to
the rules

there no less.

I am harmless, really.
I just wanted to talk.

I hate triangles.

The weather tonight is perfect, by the way.
Tornadoes are far enough away to keep me from worrying
but the lightning and thunder are like a symphony to my ears.
They shut off the rest of the world, yet I can still hear them crying out to one another.


until then...discordia.

Quote of the day (thus far)

"Sal's soothes the soul. I swear that man's a reincarnated buddha with a spatula."

wraptboy on Sal's, the greasy-spoon to top all other greasy-spoons on the corner of Pearl and Denison.