I don’t know how to formulate something meaty right now. Please accept these random stream of consciousness poem prose things I wrote while sitting here at the coffeeshop… just havin a good ole fashioned thinky think.
IMMORTALITY AT THE COFFEESHOP
At the coffeeshop I am eternal
I could sit on this stool hunched over typing
Drinking tepid coffee
Forever
I cou…
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