My
exhaustion means
nothings.
There are consequences
to
endure. The repelling aspects
of
electrical beings, the appalling
state of
affairs. One man’s
sounds
on the street is another’s
obnoxious
whistling. So much
to be
concerned with on our
walks
back
from restaurants.
So many
dogmas.
Choose
yours
and work, not to
prove
its reality,
but to
discredit the rest.
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