listened to ligeti's requiem tuesday. it's really something, isn't it? something makes sense to you, doesn't mean it happened. must you really trill that- your uvula must hate you. so not a humanities person here, ouch. focus on the pretty now. forget the words. let the great world spin. *if i have enough brain cells, money, beauty, edumacation then does it become my responsibility to have a rewarding life? weekend getaways and reunions and long beaded necklaces- throw in a couple hagiographies as well, it's not serious. shout down the microphone now and then. i want to tell them all about it while they don't pretend to listen. it will all go up in paperplanes. through the grilles. delusions of grandeur. resist the temptation. say it the said way. trying my best not to laugh at you. can you handle the real thing? wait. we're not there yet. close the door.
on sera les sauterelles des étoiles.
or, we might just be missing something important.
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