Was there ever anywhere as green and dangerous as the mind of a failed comedian? We are the fools here.
Yet then there are brighter stars, distant voices whispering… Their timber isn’t audible any longer so are they even real? Say something. Say it aloud throughout the day. Who replies?
Hunched, the jowls of excessive men dictate. You take it. You will continue to take it. Cower, grouse, stay obdurate because you can afford to do so…for now.
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Nathaniel E. Baker