Every skipped stone shears the river into liquid, shining slivers like the steady scalpel of a surgeon selling virgin flesh to the highest bidder. If only all the oracles of old could order us to open doors that we have closed or offer options over ones that we naively chose. What we don’t know we don’t know we don’t know. Stay calm! Stay silent! “Seek out the sewers,” sang out the sirens! I am the cleaner; you’re the mess. Your little white flag is right by your side so just fly it.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 17:37:07 +0000
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