Danger: Tapering Ideal

The alive should brighten and fade with poignancy and revitalize those near with gentle reminders of our own mortality and of breath's passion and crackle.

This swelling of hearts to tender creates special possibilities. Hands squeeze. We squirt delight in the face of fear and wring life from everything, even cold etched stone, but cannot help but replenish it with an innocent smile.

Of course this doesn't make money. If you're unable to live this way, if it hurts or costs too much, just keep a record so future generations see how we failed.
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Anger and TV news anchors

Anger is not my strongest emotion, but I try to give it a little exercise once in a while:

Fuck television news anchors. I fuck television news anchors. I fuck them over and over again. I, fucking, hurt them. They are chosen for their face shape and given grave responsibility, and then they proceed to fuck that responsibility like I fuck them in my mind. They fuck their responsibility to inform America of what is really going on. They fuck the facts. They read from their fucking teleprompters, and then they go home and sleep. I would beat them in my rage. I would beat them with my fucking fists, those prissy pretty fucks. They enable ignorance. They sleep at night. I fuck them in their sleep.
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