Monday, October 26, 2009

rubber guitar, unfinshed in the basement.

Somehow, running towards a corner and getting absolutely nowhere doesn't justify why things happen. It is a wonderful distraction, but it doesn't make things like our bodies failing right. And the constant chord that plays in the background of my life is justice, and it always sounds a little funny. I don't know if you hear, but it is dissonance against the chord of reality, which also never ceases to play... right into my ear.
Can it resolve?

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