[roadside attraction]
And gosh, we’re mining for gems after dark: there are more ways than one to say one, and less ways than two to say three. And maybe we find ourselves drifting between them by accident and then suddenly notice ourselves lodged up on the communicative curb. And then how we veer is new. There’s just no way to play a musical instrument ironically, and none of us are playing the same game and that's good because there are quarters and halves. And in general, that's kinda how I operate. Here, outside. It's this. It's the distance and the movement between the distances. And there’s nuances to be done. And the givers don't see their givenness or their highness. That's one say to weigh it. That's one saying to wayward with, to weigh in on these sayings. What was their name? Dying for a cause I don't understand, pretending I do, with all the work chugging down the gullet, frame by frame. This one is thicker than a sardine can. Cut and dry. That's just how this works. I no longer have the inside scoop. And you're not on the outside anymore. And we can ask together about the rules here. Outside. We used to think in ways that gave mirrors the runs for their monies. And that includes exclusion, to exude by excretion. We no longer use language or discursive tools to do our thinking. A blatant lie full of not so blatant truths. We hold these pens to trace our steps. That's an ironic situation: being not the same as something, a fish, say.
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