Eleventy Trash (Tonkin bout Love)

pickets of trash and muck farmed from the absurdity of our abundance 
Stiff bindle to handsome dreams as scaled with maybe With gout as broad as any field I'd lift to the heavens daily dear There's no absenting this lingered staph of need Only truth baled as it is Taut with every depth of string Ideal as bottom seed Below the grain of this dead field Not for any prim ejaculate we But trees endless and amazing trees Beyond this league of days
Here to alternate our lonely and our cordial apathy or any other alternate to wit wrung ears. Wake, work, sleep but never reinvigorating the state of our social understanding for one another, it should be greater than the sum that it now represents. It should be greater than just myself alone. My family and my neighbors are part of my organism as my organism is a part of this much bigger vessel. This vessel that includes garbage pickup and public transportation followed by a light entertainment and time for reflection. So it should be an understanding at least as large as all of this. This is not a complex explanation of a complex thing rather it's a simple description of a very important one.
Despite the ambitions of designers everywhere and the students of those designers everywhere too our truth is neither solid nor is it intentional. It's irrational inaccurate and never placed before us. Instead its where we find it half buried in the haze of banalities that we're fortunate enough to tumble through. This should serve as a reminder that our cannibal words tend to interpret only ourselves as we wish we were to be. The who that the other could perceive us is so many steps removed from the chaotic uncertainty of our actions and their echoes of inertia. To suspend this belief and have all of the time appropriate to indulging it, this is a characteristic contemporary fantasy. With its steady state of illusion imitation and repetition parading by us on floats of irony masquerading their bountiful sarcasm machines we can know and unknow all there is to hold simultaneously and then poof...
I count the falling tears They fall before my eyes Seems like a thousand years Since we broke the ties I call you on the phone But never get a rise So sit there all alone It's time we realize I'm not your fool Nobody's fool Nobody's fool I'm no fool Nobody's fool Nobody's fool Never again no no - Nobody's Fool, Cinderella
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