I know not where I’m going like leaf blowers blowing or little kids screaming it’s not so annoying when it’s in another language take it to the mezzanine broadcast it from the balcony it’s all there it’s all in your phrenology ask the glow-in-the-dark plastic magnetic Virgin Mary what you are looking at is unlike anything you’ve ever seen there’s a whole world waiting just beyond that fake wood paneling the way things are the way things used to be Is that all there is? What was that? Who is this? This is it it goes I know that it goes but I know not where it goes it just goes away one day never to return one final sunset receding behind your hairline diagonal lines drawn with a ruler crossing off each day from the calendar routine no questions asked hard work gets you more hard work do what you love and the money will follow that thing you love right out the window window shopping knowing we won’t be buying anything just looking and talking and pointing and then eating it cold from the can that’ll do wandering the canyons of the cityscape free-ranging journey or goal-oriented mission each face focused in the framework of its reality in the façades the false fronts the curtain walls searching for a patch of grass to contact the earth
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