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Theory, Thought, and many, many oyster crackers
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Tuesday, July 29, 2003 :::
The Habit
She is putting on a smile
I tend to agree, in spite of myself
In self-made Skinner boxes we hide
Hoping the refracting light makes
Us out cleaner than we ought to be
We tell ourselves we can do without
The stimuli, driving down the road, listening
To the radio and talking on our cell phones
Yes, this is good, she tells herself,
I nod, acquiescing
Complicity and complications here
Biology stings us
Klieg light action
Neon girls, boys, girls
Down the hatch
Our latest libation iterations
Sinking and wallowing in
Cathartic cups
Capitulating (no) we move forward
My hand pauses
on her thigh
Ignoring vicarious learning
We repeat what we know
Comfortable as a Sunday morning
Wrapped in 600 thread count sheets
The descent now
Warm plasticine oceans of jollity
Light the walls
The good Hotel Dissonance never looked so good
::: posted by Jeremy at 10:21 AM
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