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Thursday, April 14, 2016

step zero

sick of the whining,
sometimes? I am,
but at least no one
hears it and it keeps one
amused, with nothing better
to do and really, it's good
exercise working out the same
complaints, complaint really, over
and over. Like twelve steps,
except I never get past
one. You


Whenever I think
I have nothing left,
I think of you

3 comments:

Resonating Sound said...

Are you reading the thoughts in my head? Because I keep feeling major agreement with your stuff lately.

dogimo said...

No! I have never been able to read thoughts in anyone's head. I don't believe anyone is able to do that.

It would be horrifying if I believed it were possible. Monstrous. I don't, though, so it's just sort of interesting and unthreatening, like the implications of a sci-fi or magical superpower. I don't mind fiction of that sort.

Oddly enough, I seem to have some success reading souls, but that takes eye contact.

dogimo said...

But a thought just occurred to me: maybe we're both just kind of coincidentally bitter and becoming wry about it, having grown bored and dissatisfied with the dulled jangle of the worn nerves and tarnished heartstrings upon which our respective negative angels harp.

Hm.

You know, if in the future we rely on this "Please click here to prove you're not a robot" security protocol, we're probably fucked in the event of any considerable robot uprising.