the
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day
s with
out
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er
re
view
get
high
Nielsen 
Rat
ings
any
how.

A bite of the apple is the start of a sending off-gathering. Like original sin I go tumbling forth into infinite space. These are not days to mingle on the streets. The rabid pack steals all the coffee and blood for later consumption. My dead friend’s city is under siege and my only gratitude is that the cancer killed him before a bullet did. 

A biting of the apple is another baptism into sin and memory. I waking awash in remembering that no amount of saying the words will make anyone behave differently. I must be forever saying the words. They must be forever not-listening. This is the Nietzschian Feedback Loop.

My goal today, as every day is to be breaking free of it. This too may be part of the looping.

lo
op
lo
op
lo
op
lo
op
crisp
bi
te
n’
cof
fee
n’
a
pray
er
ing
a
sing
ing
from
un
der

[Now Listening: “All My Loving” cover by The Smithereens. Beatles kitsching or three chord mocking?]