And then there was this point beside it; And beside the point lying on the ground was this huge thing.. power itself to behold, orange, and the size of a grapefruit.

As a matter of fact, it was a grapefruit. A special grapefruit with no juice but chemically eroded wires for fibers to hold it together in its essential position among things of the lying beside of the point.,

Where was I was where there, deciding upon it and the keyboard glows and light is bashed up the side of the head by a large taco, another food item, item of food, to be beheld in an abstract essay with oblique references to food items of food. Possibly continuing on into rattles of political poetics about consumption, and the American dream of consumption, the ever swallowing, the gulp of life, each moment defined by what is taken in, in taken.

And the large pause,

Where rethinking is in order,

Secondary thoughts with a little tick tap tap totting in the background.

Maybe a drink of coffee, a warmness in the throat to help us forget the rituals given away for delight.

The Faustian contract with buttons, smoke, and fire.

And that’s how we began,

To get to give.

Dong dong give me a bone and I will swallow my tongue to drown out the voices of my mothers. Well god damn it everyone else is talking about the voices of their fucking fathers., I’ve got to be different, make my mark show’em who’s knowin’ what to be doin’. The big daddy Oh..  

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