It was getting around and the way to get around was in metaphors and they didn’t get around very much between walls papered with directions speaking in a bed caught between blue skies must be can’t speak must be in a nothing’s coming out of what’s at the base at the base of the head down between the points of view hanging there like a useless private part dangling in public between blue skies in what must be in a what escapes from what can’t escape only to crash back down to the Earth and into the room inside from the outside where the crowbar and the prying continues.
The only record left to break was a broken record and there wasn’t that many of them left to break as they get repackaged as they skip along better than small legs that have forgotten as they had been broken as they had been squeezed out between tiles sticking it out together holding each other’s grooves together sticking it out together across wrinkles erased and squeezed out between tiles sticking it out together row after row beneath their feet where they had steamrollered into memory and spread things out stretched things out across the land stretching on to the point where there was no longer any vanishing point no matter how it’s sliced.
Didn’t wave back eyes looking through an existence that pretends to go on. Don’t know what they want they don’t know what they want pick for them read it off to them read it off the papered walls papered with directions read them off to them who didn’t wave back eyes looking through an existence that pretends to go on that pretends to look on at what didn’t wave back eyes looking through this view a view this view a view pretending to go on with this view a view pretending to be someone’s view pretending to belong to someone pretending to be someone really? so? really? so? gonna end up back in the front of the story in the back of the story by the back window back in the front when they come around to the back they do that they say that making any back turned to them the front that’s what confrontation does they did they didn’t wave back eyes looking through eyes bent into a metal arm prying while they insist to want something not knowing what they want pick for them read for them from the papered wall tearing pieces off for reading off from the moebius strips of directions where to begin?
Party of Seven No Six
They sat down at the table and were ready for soup on this very cold day overcast with suspicion. Monitoring each other’s movements as they each stirred around their letters around their bowls around the corner just around the corner would come one more of them to round things off. More on this later, but first it was the servant and how she had stepped back into the kitchen back into the backroom where she could be surrounded by nothing but the cold as they had their soup and their letters while she had stepped back into the kitchen back into the backroom where she could be surrounded by nothing but the cold but she would have to come out eventually and their soup and their stirring and their letters stirring their letters around their bowls around the corner just around the corner would come one more of them to round things off. More on this later, but first it was the servant and how she had stepped back into the kitchen back into the backroom where she could be surrounded by nothing but the cold.
Who are you talking to?
Nobody.
To yourself?
To yourself? To the tile to the wall that’s what she used to say how speaking to me was like talking to the wall and still no matter how still no matter how much it is now no matter how much it is what it is still is still she speaks still she screams at these walls pulling out the nails one by one hammering them in and pulling them out. To yourself? Are you talking to yourself or to the wall to the tile or to the wall? And still no matter how still no matter how much it is now how much it is what it is still is still she speaks still she screams and they and their prying having nowhere to go with this tile but in sinking in that’s what she wanted all along was for it to sink in sinking in with that sinking feeling. Got that sinking feeling I’ve been talking to the wall.
That’s what confrontation does they did they didn’t wave back eyes looking through eyes bent into a metal arm prying while they insist to want something not knowing what they want pick for them read for them from the papered wall tearing pieces off for reading off from the moebius strips of directions where to begin?
Party of Seven No Six
They sat down at the table and were ready for soup on this very cold day overcast with suspicion. Monitoring each other’s movements as they each stirred around their letters around their bowls around the corner just around the corner would come one more of them to round things off. More on this later, but first it was the servant —
Didn’t you read this already?
I think you’re right.
Skip ahead.
She would have to come out eventually and their soup and their stirring and their letters stirring their letters around their bowls around the corner just around the corner would come —
Skip ahead skip ahead.
While she had stepped back into the kitchen back into the backroom where she could be surrounded by nothing but the cold but she would have to come out eventually and their soup and their stirring and their letters stirring their letters —
Never mind.
No, wait. Let me finish this one section.
How would you know? How would you know you were finished?
She could be surrounded by nothing but the cold but she would have to come out eventually —
Just stop.
She would have to come out eventually.
Like talking to the wall. Like talking to the wall and still no matter how still no matter how much it is now no matter how much it is what it is still is still she speaks still she screams at these walls pulling out the nails one by one hammering them in and pulling them out one by one hammering them in like the hammering on the door where there was a stopping off for fast food there was hammering on the door where there was a stopping off for changing a diaper where there was a hammering on the door where there was a screaming outside where there was a screaming inside and still no matter how still no matter how much it is now no matter how much it is what it is still she speaks still she screams at these walls.
Didn’t wave back eyes looking through an existence that pretends to go on. Don’t know what they want they don’t know what they want pick for them read it off to them read it off the papered walls papered with directions read them off to them who didn’t wave back eyes looking through an existence that pretends to go on that pretends to look on at what didn’t wave back eyes looking through this view a view this view a view pretending to go on with this view a view pretending to be someone’s view pretending to belong to someone pretending to be someone really? so? really? so? gonna end up back in the front of the story in the back of the story by the back window back in the front when they come around to the back they do that they say that making any back turned to them the front that’s what confrontation does they did they didn’t wave back eyes looking through this view a view this view a view pretending to go on with this view a view pretending to be someone’s view pretending to belong to someone pretending to be someone.
- Max Stoltenberg
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