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"A handful of dust- a splinter of bone- a rusty nail...like some faint memory orbiting the edge of your consciousness. After the last shovel down- do those of us who are left behind not eat of this same earth? Cling to the certainty that your lungs will draw that next breath for as long as there is air..." -- from Last Shovel Down |
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| "When I look at the night sky, sometimes I wonder if I might see a star actually go dark... I get this feeling like I'm vibrating- I have to concentrate to keep my electrons in their proper orbits. It's like a cross between a solenoid buzzer and boiling water. One slip, one slight hesitation and all of my molecules might collapse into their elementary component forms...I think I might be worrying too much about the stars..." --from 'Sitting Around Waiting for the Next Big Bang' |  |
"First you go to work, then you get some money, then you buy some food. First you go to work, then you get some money, then you buy some food. First you go to work, then you get some money, then you buy some food. First you go to work, then you get some money and then you buy some food. First you go to work, then you get some money, then you buy some food. First you go to work, then you get some money, then you buy some food. And the darkness is the same whether you sleep, or you die." --from 'Work' | ||||||||||
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"Standing on the skin of this earth, I can feel you breathe. Oh this perfect collaboration between gravity and centrifical force- that keeps me from hurtling into space: too far from the knowing of you to fill that hollow inside of me. So rub the sleep from your eyes... these pot-and-pan, clock radio, dirty diaper days only make the depth of this feeling more real..." --from 'Confession' |
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