the politics of nothing, rapid fire words of little to no worth except for those which speak directly to the emotions of desperation, betray themselves for what they are, nothing more than another pitch, slow and clumsy, not easy to miss, hard not to give up, think that there is an easy answer elsewhere, somewhere with dreamy carefree trust growing on our shoulders, little babies not wrapped in ideologies but blankets of care and love, perhaps we are not simply tools for our manufactured desires, but this political process does nothing but reinforce this, to me, of course. christmas carols will sing out for the faithful to come and behold, that one, the other, the one with back turned to everyone else but the few faith filled participants in the consequenceless game all are watching. to what do we owe this pleasure, i think i have an idea, but there are no mirrors in our house..............
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