me alex and david with the miami accent
sitting around on our shift
talking about string theory and black holes and the like
and david
always saying like...
and i say i dont want to anymore.
bend your mind backward and forward like those
worm holes.
id rather talk about things that make sense
when i realize you can turn anything into a philosophical mystery
the great inquisition of being
so we talked a while
all the while
im drifitng in and out of it
pseudophedrine always sucks it out of me
and everyone is so ready to go. eight sharp.
the building is closed.
but i get here and release there is so much less to do
and i dont get paid to stare at the eggshell finished walls
of my empty living room.
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