Means Without End: A Paroxysm of Praxis

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything. Nietzsche

Monday, February 25, 2008

This House is an Act of Forgery

During the nascent age of loneliness
the boundary is emphasized.
The line of communication
is no doubt like a field of thorny thrush
that leads to a forged house;
This house is an act of forgery.
What merits this condition?
{ { I will wait seven minutes for them to invite me to sit for a beer. } }
Their house does have internal walls.
Maybe that's a consolation.
Their talk... I'm going to consider this wreck
Our Town.
{ { seven minutes is up. } }


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