I saw her in the shower

naked is how she appeared to me, on the mount of peace.  an apparition partitioned by glowing frowns functioning as the xyphoid process does when the hour has turned late and you can’t find your bath robe. The true tragedy of existence is that it takes so much time to get your face on in the morning and by the time you have gotten to work nobody cares anymore.  The real joy of creation is the fountain of creativity that captivates us and rends our boredom from its foundation.  Perchance allow me to expedite your suffering so that you can spend thousands of hours merely being and feeling.  This is the way that we survive until the end of time, which is never.


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