Given the state of things. Listening for wood blocks. Looking around corners. Smelling something unfamiliar. Smelling stronger than you were before. Everything smells stronger. It is not unpleasant. If you couldn’t see it going down the drain then you didn’t read your book or watch enough tv when you were not doing homework. World is a given string. Ok to start again. No you are too old. Go into the pasture. I am singing this for you you know. Ok gravy. Beats me why he is so bushed all the time. It’s that dreaming hand always in his pockets making changes in the document and all of that, shuffles when he walks. There’s a tack in the heal of his shoe and it’s scraping up her floorboards. Did she say he could come in here. He is always with her boyfriend all the time. And he didn’t bring her flowers. No one brings her flowers. She doesn’t like it when they bring her flowers. What do they think she is, something out of tv from a hundred million years ago? Everywhere there’s history that doesn’t sign its name.
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