uncompromising,
a world populated with assholes
and failed seekers,
a world of unparalleled angst
and angry folk singers,
a world of the few
Constantly misunderstood by the many.
And why wouldn't you want
to live in this world?
Here we stand,
please challenge us.
It's what we need.
The very thing you think
is helping you,
it the very thing keeping
us moving through
the world.
Funny that our most productive
day
should simultaneously be our most
destructive.
I'm pretty well done
love muffin,
and I hate
hate hate
hate hate
over cooked meat.
A man is nearly falling
cycling down the decline
of the Brooklyn bridge.
Do you know why contractors get
away with hosing so many people?
Most people don't have any idea
exactly how long it takes to build
something,
anything.
And the jackhammers destroying
the road are pretty goddamned
soothing,
pacifying.
Violence is being done.
Metal
wound around
metal
wound around
metal
is not nearly strong
enough.
Enough.
Enough.
To support the over-
whelming weight of
history.
3:18 and the world is angry.
You want what it is possible for me to
give
and now what I am willing to give,
which is
a mighty, mighty incongruity.
And it has been a mighty long day.
There is so much polished
marble in New York City.
And I have walked
barefoot
through the filthy
Brooklyn
night on congruous
streets.
And if I am to be hated...
sobeit.
So be it.
So Be It.
SO BE IT!
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