Beat down.
But rising.
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A poignant romantic notion of being a Kafka clerk, the real Kafka, the one that was a clerk and ran home to write.
Grunting and slaving in designs and computers and code and filesharing.
How often are white Ipod headphones mentioned in modern poems?
Like mine today at the end of the day
focused on the picture coming out of 23 inches of LCDs
I heard this song
I stared. I stopped. I remembered. I was not working. I was. I drove home quickly to communicate it.
bear with me folks. watch me. i ain't going anywhere.
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