It’s me again. I guess you’re still out.
Did you get my last message? This I asked my wife when she surprised me on my knees, on the kitchen floor, praying to our kitten. “O, little kitty, things started going wrong, didn’t they, when you were caught embezzling bones from the sparrows?” My wife begs me to not think, but the moon is, variously, now and completely full, and comprehends itself thus, therefore I know I must return my future to its prognosticators e’en as the whiskey slips back into the bottle once the drunk is asleep. And now my wife holds up her hands, dripping with birds, and now I’m down on my knees in a basement that comes up through the kitchen floor whether I can stand it or not, and now, throughout the neighborhood, soldiers are seen in flashes of lightning as wind sears the face of an inland sea. ( 3 Messages Left On My Answering Machine By Georg Wilhelm Friedrich
Hegel The Night The Berlin Wall Fell Regarding The Moon Becoming Full )
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