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WILL CEFALO
Bittersweet Apple I hate this godamn city with it's unknowable rules and unreachable promises. This insane inhuman city that lets you believe for awhile that you are a human being then jerks the cosmic rug from under you and somehow leaves you with the guilt. This city - a parent - giving you it's unconditional then taking away dessert which is after all your world. This city like the ocean which asks for nothing and leaves you with less or more. This godless heathen city where religion is lived and breathed on not just sunday. This city with it's swagger and lights and million breaths-a-second and blood given and taken and earned and forgotten This city with it's concrete heart and concrete soul and maybe some small place carved in it for you. This city that never sleeps so never dreams but always moves and moves and moves you. This city where many take what they want most get what they need and all swallow what they are given I think I'll stay awhile. A Little Slice of Satori truth will find you in strange places like in the shower or while hitting your head but never on the ceiling where you stare no matter how hard you look at your bleeding fingertips you won't find it but you can taste it when you suck at the blood I've never found truth between a woman's thighs but it can't hurt to double check I've never found it in a bottle but the same rule applies No the truth is under tables and in between most things in the spaces in the pause you'll find it. Will C. is homeless/fearless/peerless and wry in NYC. He has internet access. He has bitter thoughts. He has drugs and alcohol and humanity at his disposal. He also has a strong sense that everything...everything...is going to be just fine . |
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