There is a version of this story that goes:
Andy was afraid of heights, and Andy believed in quantum mechanics, and everything else is left as an exercise for the reader.
Michael Murphy-Burton, Author
There is a version of this story that goes:
Andy was afraid of heights, and Andy believed in quantum mechanics, and everything else is left as an exercise for the reader.
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The universe expands its dark arms around meThe heavy black depths of time stretch infiniteand this pale skin pressed against this dark clothshines only briefly…
Your blind-eye blessings were enoughWe’re undoneYou won, old back-turnOld apathyOld not-this-time-friend We withered under that blessingWe’re lessenedYou flattened us,Young ham-fist,Young market-first, Young what-the-people-want But my spirit…
Two thousand one thousand five hundred noneSome shake their sad heads while others make funAll watching and waiting til everyone’s goneTwo thousand to one thousand…
They cut the knot,let loose the tumult.This ship is sinking, they scream;women and Children first. The storm carries an ice harvest.It cuts to the bone,drops…
They handed out rifles on both sides. Equality. Democracy. I stood in a line of angry white dudes, facing a line of angry white dudes.…
When the girl at the bus stop died I thought it was over for us. I’d been waiting for the right moment to speak to…
Kind of loving this line at the moment They made a new thing of their sounds, and it was as if the sun was pouring…