habit and rancor
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GJK, 16MAR2017
from WRIGHT THE BOOK
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‘habit and rancor’
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hello, predictable. hello, habit. hello shitty diner coffee
that i do so love with every fiber of my mortal being, every mote
of the ephemeral essence that is not me, yet, in truth, is entirely
me and you and every living thing that ever was and ever will be (which means nothing because time is a fiction) and because, as we have learned and understood for eternity — time is not real.
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conversely, timelessness is also not real. confusion enters
the mind and sugar is stirred into the ‘brackish black liquid’
and down my gullet it goes and once again i proclaim:
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Sentence structure be damned to the deepest bowels
of the most foul, vile and wicked lake of fire
that sentience itself has ever imagined within
the rancorous confines of earthly existence!
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YAWP! grammar, to hell with thee! freedom, expression, caffeine! exaltation and liberty!
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