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deciphering at the traces & I hope that’s you

clicking through. Most of what we know, we imagine

& that’s ok – it makes words so much more valuable. So,

like,

keep coming, keep kneading the mouse. I know it’s

you on the other side of the box

where the thinking happens

& the thinking makes more thinking happen
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assume there’s a puma looking into your bedroom window

while you masturbate. The puma doesn’t care

if you’re still wearing your underwear

or if there’s a beer bottle on the nightstand. He’s

not your father! He just wants whatever he can’t reach

just like the neighbors who called the police

a minute ago
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if the internet is about honesty & transparency, then

what gets better than the internet? That’s at its best, though

& you can’t talk about best & worst

if you’re going to get anything accomplished. The puma

ate the cardinal who at the ant

who never assumed anything in his life. That’s what

you get for honesty
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sometimes I know it was you. I love

imagining where the thought ran to, where

opinion is putty or plastic explosive or both
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 next week I’ll drive to the Thurgood Marshall International

Airport. I’ll zombie through security & I’ll

get on an airplane. I’ll want to

put my arms around every mother & father

son & stewardess. I’ll wake up in a smokeless cavity

where no one can see me

except the ant

& the cardinal

& the puma

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logoff on the good side of the bed

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