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The Art of Shutting the Hell Up
I know, I know. For some of you people, it's hard. You have no choice. Your parents didn't teach you any better. If at all. If you had any parents to speak of. And the crowd you run with is worse than you. So, in conclusion...where would you go to know. Where would you learn to grasp the courtesy, the decorum. The bourgeois sense of civility somehow afforded to the rest of mankind. You wouldn't. You didn't. And there you are. Flapping. Flapping that big-ass mouth of yours. Into your spittle-loving smart phone. Spewing and flailing. Mewing and assailing. With everyone within earshot (read: a thousand nautical miles) absorbing your golden renderings. Renderings filled with more primal, guttural nonsense than a naked mute, set on fire, playing charades. More monologue than dialogue. A demagogue with a catalog. And then you finish your call. And start another. More nonsense about someone else we don't give a shit about. And then you finish. You go silent. There's hope for us. When all of a sudden. The earbuds go in. And the singing begins. In tune, then out. (Insert meaningless rap dribble and delicious mcnuggets of profanity HERE) I guess naked mutes like karaoke. The train arrives. We all depart. There is a G-d. (5/6/14)
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