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Time, Waste of
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Time,Waste of There is too much conversation in the world And no one who is quiet. Everyone with a telephone planted onto or inside an ear (and a water bottle to suck on, like a teat) In Sav-On, in Rite-Aid, in MaxOfficeCoSpaceBlight, I overhear. Those huge grins and head-nods and tight-lipped negotiations, or, better yet: Let me share this—just let me just say this—look—my understanding is— You phony, phony piece of shit. Of course I am guilty of these things that are my culture, too; Talked myself at least red, if not blue, In the face.And wrote too many epistolary masterpieces to Whom. Who? People whose faces, now, I can’t recall, whose names I can’t remember. 25 ...