Big names and big lies move us further along the primordial flow, givin’ and gettin’ with a swift pull, that very progression for which we are so often lost in the search. It’s not some inherent power that gives our swindling such sway, but rather the seed beneath the perceived meanings, the bare-bones logic of being, and only being. The end message, as it sits for a curb-side smoke and lament, is somewhere beneath the feeling, seeing, smelling, hearing, and tasting, as it breathes out one wretched gasp after another: be.
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