Is there anybody out there...there...there?
I am an aesthetic stuck in a repetition and compulsion cycle.
I am an ethicist wearing the mask
I am-- (*the black curtain falls*)
The tao that can be known is not the tao.
Bull. I like the reference to Kierkegaard in "Marginalia" by Billy Collins.
I am twiddling my thumbs under a willow tree. Where are the leaves? It must be dead. No More Weeping.
No More Kings - "Sweep the Leg"
Jack White talks about Nickolai Tesla on "Coffee and Cigarettes"
Jeez, can't I write without being super-referential? I am tempted to erase all of this. I haven't said anything original until this self indictment. Now, as reparation, i will give you a poem.
Contrabass Clarinet:
It's the biggest of the set,
Like an evil, tarnished drainpipe
Clinging to Dracula's castle wall,
With the sound of lightsaber swipe.
Honk that pagan bass all
Night -- Long
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Apparently, you can't write anything original. ;). Just kidding!
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