Consider the horror. The theater of diplomacy and the drama of deal-making. An event like birth or bike riding. A minor skirmish in the class war. An innate, unmediated, innocent lust. There, isn’t that a load off? Ask the hollow of the tree where it came from. Try to appease both parties, please neither. Some thrill in the negotiation between us. Publicly wring their hands about how much lower to stoop. Squelch squelch. Masochistic and even suicidal fantasy. Pastiche derivatives of culture. An empire declines. Our feet head for the hills. Joining a standing ovation to avoid being left seated alone. Going unnoticed was a terrible thing. A big gut in a bad wig. What would Jesus report as spam? There’s always next season. Laughter, sudden and incongruous. Shards of glass levitating. An already thin social fabric. This is for the dirtbags. Scarcity is a cruelty that determination alone cannot overcome. Hail, the march of progress.

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