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glowy yellow haze sits in the grain in the air and it rains and smells cold and the children all squish themselves into compact rectangles, shielded from the sticking indifference of the universe. from the wind wanting to dust off all of humanity from a freshly hewn plyboard and blow blow blow all the time. mr. universe. where do you come off. whine. i hobble about in my green green pajamas with the three shiny buttons down the front picking red budding cactus plants sticking my fingers. from the windows watching smoke in chimneys and people's heads. at the dinner table there is conversation of the combination of quantum and newtonian physics and some giant third theory to tie the entire universe together blahblahblah... at one point during this, i remember realizing the STUPID irrelevancy of this and move my chair a little to the left to see the small pale sun go away over the curve of milford street. i put my head on my knees and try not to breathe.
by The JavaScript Source
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