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She gazes out the window from the top floor of the office building and takes a drag from some harsh stimulant through some form of mechanical vaporizer.  This is her building. Hers alone. It is the largest structure, by far, in the city. The structure is the focal point of

The lights reflect While walking in spring In Suburbia The lights reflect off the apartment building In suburbia All that light And Mirrors The acceptable chill in the air On this here day  in early March In Suburbia It should be colder Right now The lake should be frozen over

I suddenly gave up meat. Just the other day. It was a sudden awareness found in a plate of lasagna Cooked to perfection. In Ouro Preto Brasil. Heavy. Substantial. Concise. A dish with gravitas. A dish earned through an active day of walking. A dish full of mucus and flesh.

[audio undecipherable] Sir? I just entirely disagree with your assertion.   [audio undecipherable] My job sir?  Are you implying you will terminate my employment simply because I don’t share your ridiculously ill thought suggestion?  Those numbers, sir, that you and Mr. [redacted] propose are entirely unattainable. [audio undecipherable] Sir? Because

The perpetual dialectic The endless infinite The intuitive madness And diminutive masses With gigantic intent Perpetually punch and jab Ebb and flow Against the endless sea of  Pontifications and opinions The resolve of men And women are tested Some flail and others ascend Seemingly without commonality Yet moving to and

grumble grumble. Hard to be kind, he thinks. He thinks this often. As often as there are ticks on an analogue wall clock. Takes strength to be kind he mutters. Aint that the fucking truth. How many times does one need to be kicked in the teeth before one knows