there is nothing and there is a lot - and any way you cut it, it looks rather strange inside - there are things, i know it - but where are they? - this i think i know, but what is that worth? - besides a great big headache made especially for me? - i woke up yesterday, and if that isn't weird enough, i was so overcome by the weird - you know the weird? - the weird is when and where you say to yourself, in a manner of speaking you say to yourself, oh my god, i am a thing, i am a living thing, and if that isn't weird enough, i'm a living thing with an agenda, and if that isn't weird enough, i'm a living thing that's going to die - so sleeping and eating and screwing and wanting are the weirdest things there are - the only thing that's weirder is the sense of the them at all - oh great absurdity - yeah, what's so great about it? - listen, you know, i've been to school - i have a phd - and my life is not that great - and i think that i would like to work in the post office and just have a day and then come home and watch the mc5 and family and read william kennedy and spider-man comics by bendis and watch the west wing 1st and 2nd seasons and actually believe that there is beauty and poetry in the world and that any of it matters - but i don't think it's going to happen -
oh well, at least there's still my captain beefheart records and other distractions that i have as long as i can keep on paying the rent -
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think nothing
feel nothing
want nothing
nothing nothing
my duty is my river