we haven't been to the beach

get thee to the cinema

not dinner in the park


I havn't seen you with a concierge

or trying on a pair of bowling shoes.

I haven't observed you in front of the Duchamp

or floating on your back under the sun.

instead we are submerged in 900 thousands words a day

which has helped us usurped apathy

and revealed the source of our pain.

This time has rendered a divorce to an irreputable idea

all while halting a war in our mind

It has obliterated a cultural aberration

and declared that a lost one return home

no depression

no more protesting.

we have melted ourselves down through tears and our will

and unearthed all of the answers over lemon grass and the truth

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Amy Stine I did this thing for you





















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Lanvin is not on the peripheral.

"I can sit there and listen but not be moved, not be interested, not give a shit about their promotion or their mother's cataracts."

"Do people still get cataracts?"

"I'm sure."

"It just sounds old. It sounds out of fashion."

"I'm ravenously bored. Everybody is clamoring to talk about nothing."

"It's a clamor?"

"A clamor. But what's so screwed up, if you--like me, listen, really listen to them they are really talking about shit. They sound like they are speaking in shards, or floating conversation to keep you entertained while they take money out of your pocket."

"You are sounding more truculent than usual."

"I'm alone."

"You. Your to beautiful to be alone."

"I'm not beautiful."

"You are. I prayed in three different languages last night making sure God would be able to understand my request for you to wear this dress that accentuates your upward facing dog."

"You have too much time on your hands."

"I know."

"My point is you and everyone else is in pieces, transparent. Can't you see it?"

"I can clearly see now that I am wearing a wrinkled shirt. The lighting in here is better than I thought, and also I'm just not sure if paisley is still acceptable."

"I just don't want to sit in people's waiting room eating their biscotti, you know? I don't want to be fucking pacified. No more conversations that work hard at meaning nothing to both of us."

"You ask a lot."

"I don't."

"Yes you do."

"I don't think so. These people in my life are trapped using their peripheral vision thanks to the internet's and text etcetera. They can't have a conversation that's self exploratory or allows themselves to be vulnerable. They are all actors only looking to take their intellect out for a walk in front of others. They give up their self only in pieces hoping nobody question them further..."

"I twitter as we speak."

"Pieces. Shards. All quickly and without much thought. No real contemplation, which can't give way to authenticity."

"Fuck the vulnerability."

"Yes fuck it. God fucking forbid you reveal yourself so that both of us can see. In the mean time I get this weakened reduced version."

"It makes the soup go down better."

"But destroys the lower GI."

Gathering

you have our attention

we have finally gathered the entire brigade of our senses.

everyone

everyone

our breath our accompaniment

and we listen

you have our attention.

not sure--not knowing

is the onset

it is the beginning.

you do not have to do anything.

Understand that you do not respond to anything directly, but your interpretation of it. Your interpretation thus becomes the justification for the response. That is why analyzing the motives of others is hazardous to you. If you decide that someone is really trying to attack you or desert you or enslave you, you will respond as if he had actually done so, having made his error real to you. To interpret error is to give it power, and having done this you will overlook truth."

acim

Lanvin wants to admit.

"I need you because your easily lost and you lack attention."

"Huh?"

I need you because you kind of zone out when I'm talking to you, not really thinking about the concepts I consider important to existence. You don't care. You stay right here. Your flag flowing in the direction of the wind. The important thing is you show up and sit down in front of me regardless of what I'm saying to you. You sit there, incredulous."

"You ever thought I could be trying to just get laid."

"For 5 years? What are you an idiot?"

"I've spent all of my sanity years ago."

"No, you're a flag in the moment flapping in the direction directed. But instead most of the time I sit and over crowd my mind with questions like 'why this direction?' While trying not to quite flap my flag until I know the answer. I know I need you though. And I know I don't need you reading the same books I'm reading or seating next to me with Sifu on the North side in horse stance, and then later speaking with your hands and struggling with huge concepts when trying to figure out why the wind blows. Fuck the metaphysics. I need you in this dirty...well filthy cafe reading your people magazine and eating your over size bear claws."

"I like bear claws."

"I like that you can admit that."

Everything

i am only looking for love

everything i do is asking for that

i am trying to know myself as love

and everything

i

do

everything

is asking for that.