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wow. it took me fifteen minutes to write two lines. then i deleted them and wrote about it.
i wonder how many words i've butchered and killed in my lifetime. is there a little heap of words buried in somebody's backyard? do we cry when a word dies? i'm feeling pretty amoral about them little flimsy concoctions of letters. should i feel pangs of guilt instead? revive every wrinkled piece of paper from its resting place in the refuse can? do i join up and march on capitol hill for their cause?
or i could go find something to do. yeah.
i wonder how many words i've butchered and killed in my lifetime. is there a little heap of words buried in somebody's backyard? do we cry when a word dies? i'm feeling pretty amoral about them little flimsy concoctions of letters. should i feel pangs of guilt instead? revive every wrinkled piece of paper from its resting place in the refuse can? do i join up and march on capitol hill for their cause?
or i could go find something to do. yeah.