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Dissonance

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I’m reading Kierkigaard’s

“Words of Love”

pondering his reminder

to not

“sit in the 

anxiety

of death

day in and day out

listening for the repetition

of the eternal


while listening to

Billy Gibbons tell me

“She’s got legs ” and

“she knows how to use them.”

Thank you Billy,

for pulling

me back from

the precipice.

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Nice juxtaposition. The brevity of this piece is appreciated as it accentuates the contrast.

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Thanks

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I loved this. Somewhere, in between "with infinite resignation, he has drained the cup of life's profound sadness," and a nice pair of legs, lies Truth.

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Kierkigaard. I had this girlfriend who, while I was making an altogether poor attempt to read either/or had heard me say his name...and from then on out I hear this...Kirk-Kah-Guard. Over and over like some trained parrot. I stopped reading him...

Kierkigaard. I had this girlfriend who, while I was making an altogether poor attempt to read either/or had heard me say his name...and from then on out I hear this...Kirk-Kah-Guard. Over and over like some trained parrot. I stopped reading him shortly thereafter because all I could hear in my head was that parrot saying over again and again: Kirk-Kah-Guard
Kirk-Kaaaah-Guaaaarrrrdddd!!!!!!!!!

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Sound like the start of a very interesting story. Maybe you should run with it.

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