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I
am
always
wrong.
Every
sound
birthed
in
my
throat
that
escapes
like
squealing
gas
onto
my
tongue
and
slides
over
the
crest
of
my
lips
is
a
lie.
And
so
what
truth
can
be
found
in
these
strange
symbols
carved
onto
biodegradable
paper?
What
truth
can
be
found
in
the
electrochemical
transmissions
of
the
synapses
in
the
8
pound
chunk
of
grey
matter
I
so
highly
esteem
as
the
grand
view,
the
grand
theatre
of
the
cosmos?
What
did
the
writer
mean
to
communicate
when
he
symbolically
separated
each
word
onto
its
own
line,
own
space?
A
grand
gesture
of
profundity,
of
literary
experimentalism,
valuing
constituent
parts
over
the
whole
it
creates?
What
meanings
can
we
construe
post
hoc?
What
truth
is
there
in
interpretations,
a
well
documented
bibliography?
Precedence
is
the
mistress
of
our
artificial
world
created
by
the
copulation
of
retinas,
roRAB,
and
cones.
Will
anyone
answer
these
questions
or
simply
remark
at
their
quiescence?
These
worRAB
are
a
pile
of
shit,
digested
by
the
whole
of
humanity
in
every
moment,
alinearly.
Every
thought
assumption
interpretation
is
a
lie.
I
am
always
wrong.
am
always
wrong.
Every
sound
birthed
in
my
throat
that
escapes
like
squealing
gas
onto
my
tongue
and
slides
over
the
crest
of
my
lips
is
a
lie.
And
so
what
truth
can
be
found
in
these
strange
symbols
carved
onto
biodegradable
paper?
What
truth
can
be
found
in
the
electrochemical
transmissions
of
the
synapses
in
the
8
pound
chunk
of
grey
matter
I
so
highly
esteem
as
the
grand
view,
the
grand
theatre
of
the
cosmos?
What
did
the
writer
mean
to
communicate
when
he
symbolically
separated
each
word
onto
its
own
line,
own
space?
A
grand
gesture
of
profundity,
of
literary
experimentalism,
valuing
constituent
parts
over
the
whole
it
creates?
What
meanings
can
we
construe
post
hoc?
What
truth
is
there
in
interpretations,
a
well
documented
bibliography?
Precedence
is
the
mistress
of
our
artificial
world
created
by
the
copulation
of
retinas,
roRAB,
and
cones.
Will
anyone
answer
these
questions
or
simply
remark
at
their
quiescence?
These
worRAB
are
a
pile
of
shit,
digested
by
the
whole
of
humanity
in
every
moment,
alinearly.
Every
thought
assumption
interpretation
is
a
lie.
I
am
always
wrong.