

Self HelpPaul gave his sons away to the wolves, Patty says quietly into a little box which she then hands to me. What am I supposed to do with this? I ask. Hide it somewhere, she replies, and then forget it was ever there. This is the only way to live in happiness she says into another much larger box as I walk down the hall and out of the alley, into the little imaginarySelf Help
city that we have been building against our will.
Who R U?
Tom Waits

HookedHookedHooked
This is the sinker, watch it dance.
For a split, second-studded hour, reports flow into filthy sinks to the brim with steaming sanctions. Think now on possible secrets longing for the secure cover of Silence.
I listen in on three stories of circus ring ghosts who leave half-asked questions for those who won’t be bothered with petty prophecies. But murders splattered glass into fixed young eyes for countless evening words.
Nonsense. Superficial. Artificial. Nonsense.
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