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051221A -----------
This new day feels as if another not right only sort of day timed out out of sorts sorted out and time spent sort of ill and at ease ill at ease the disease checking it out on a calendar seeking clues as to what it is.
The nothing that is always looking for something caught up in between being and not being whatever ceased and no longer really cared that it did not not want made to want failed to be and whatever.
Those habits of filling in expanded emptiness with nothing much or special and left out pulling strands of stranded submergence step stepping the stones all slip slide out to nowhere makes its splash in a random wash of histories.
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071221A ------------
The love machine is wiping out all the love in the world.
Love is the impossible of your being loved by anyone you love and then turn it around.
Whichever way and inside out going backwards and forwards.
It never comes from where it goes misplaced amid rumours.
Unfounded drivel filling in casual conversation small talk obsessions.
First you are the exterminator then you are the mouse.
This way then that way until it is worn out in agitation.
That mechanical cat already dead when it leapt in to the microwaves.
Bits of death trickled down from a burst of door onto a kitchen floor.
Marks out spaces where people stood during another party that disintegrated.
It made certain no one went home with anyone they didn't arrive with.
It is about nothing other than learning how to dislike all the ways of love.
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091221A ------------
Always the time of left and for dead social battlefields.
Survey carnage break of dawn after the clear out gone rats' nest.
Take your things and go mining the heap of dumped.
We are junk bonded to recollections turned bone toss.
Objections in memorium collects hard fact good byes.
Such a large part of the human brain is a cemetery dotted with monuments.
Old habits derived from graded sorted out then score carded.
High school kids drifting an old age channel hop between reruns.
Proverbial trains on schedule instant replay is an endless same.
Protests of youth long ago silenced knowing recourse is more loss.
The useful card that was dealt was Ace of Spades so keep it close.
Sometimes the only actual bargaining chip but lucky if you have others.
Drop of a hat something else falls each tensed ambitious moment.
People were the same in great granddad's day but the weapons have all improved.
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121221A ------------
Do remember what it was and like to feeling up happy memories vague uncertainty eats away tasselled edges.
Frayed frail happenstance repeats prescribed stories serving to deny owned insignificance to any larger public.
Do and not know what about and there arguments mounted up the last trail thousand years debated interpretations.
Sleeping it off dead lands of lost dreams none of them really mine and only borrowed from other sleepers.
Those fingers too cold for retention hopes at the reach out far as you are gone from me.
Knowing nothing concerning any pertinent lives given pretension to being one and of the living.
That ended long ago leftovers to ghosts played out games using decaying bits that are wannabe.
Convincing and not identifiable with others the inevitable steady rise silent not a thing in common at wins or losses.
No longer out chasing stray tendencies in passage realized converse other subjects confirmed disinterest.
The latest trend in appropriate responses a chewing gum comprised of vague jaw motions that prove threatening.
No longer feeling in the mood for too polite intrusive strangers and not want any of that really know.
Taking turns being one of those other side of similar intercessions into frequent demands too much and feign of generosity.
Screams night air exhausted rage at the never and rushed to slow paced disasters.
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141221A ------------
Those readers intentional listeners target shot and don't be afraid shooting them with short bursts of quick language.
You have them against walls and want to hold some to attention repeatedly shocking with strokes of detail against exposed secrets.
There is the whip leaves nothing visible as to any marks needing further revision across careful pleats of that folded skin bathroom shelved.
Today's audience unwilling to drift out to becalmed boats and languish reveries you machine gun them with short burst staccato paralysis.
They cannot pull out and away from those obsessions at the push pull wrap up surprises tantalized as they are by gift boxes.
Don't let them wriggle out trap-pity trap until the last page making them crave more of more than ever gets.
A cruel game always to remember ten or more paged Victorian novelettes vanish as seconds quick edit duels for silver screens.
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201221A ------------
It does not matter but it is useful so it goes like that while trying to unravel the whole universe.
That rabbit hole continues to evade and the Red Queen has messed with the mirror.
Clouded visions crazing a glaze surface morning spit and try to rub away the glassy eye.
It was once but it isn't any more and you can't stay on any track that they destroyed.
An army of cards having passed through your peripheral gaze crossed all the lines of a grim sight.
Leaving the scene with memories as to those left behind presumably counting the casualties.
There are cards and unanswered letters strewn about across a battlefield where the band played.
A banging on drums in the distance becomes hooves on ancient pavements all galloping away.
Clamour of metal striking metal sounding same old notes of a world that are played out.
A search party had been sent finding nothing before melting in a drenching rain.
No trace located in any newspapers indicating existence and museum artifacts all relabelled.
Eyes eventually learn there is no point to looking at so many ghosts of no one nearer.
Moments of attraction flicker dark endlessness forgetting failures of imagination gone a bit too far.
One grows weary flipping pages thick catalogues containing everything that is unobtainable.
Make a wish list including every wish that never comes true if only for the sake of accurate records.
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261221A -----------
We never met in the midst of anyone's conversation between any mention that stirred vague traces of desire from frigid embers.
Creeping passage days that die out in that usual manner turned sudden ends made by birds' feet prints trailed across damaged snow.
There is no knowing who made those varying arrangements where we appear as misplaced sounds threatening an orchestra with its chaos.
Another vast mess comprised of notes mixed with feelings proving so expensive a jostling for positions doing solos that break it all up.