
the goat is in repair.
It is cold.
tomorrow I'll stock some firewood for her.
In hopes that it will kindle something more
than a nights' revelry.
Bring us the new year
on a plate for our inspection.
A trip is in the air.
It smells of hoof and horn.
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A lot of it is kind of terse and mean spirited but IT manages to somehow summarize the whole elitist position of late modernism and satirize it at the same time.It is hard to be a fan of that sort of thing, but at least I get it.
Why for today: "....in a world of commodity and suffering let us say yes and no to them both!"
Why for tomorrow: " .. a space filled is not a space at all"