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Living dead in America

Making my way in a world that tells me not to.

April 6, 2010

Is it?

let it press up against you
really close, now, closer than that
really look, now, look like you aren't watching tv
really, it's difficult
I know
so do you, now
at this distance, it doesn't matter
there's no pressure, you don't even have to pay
attention
there's a little black dot
that is everything you've ever seen
but it's not you
it is
Posted by cardboardjesus at 1:38 AM

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