…And we bank it, shares thud the blank and leverage once poured into bladders, poured trickling interest rates, common hope and pores pour for the saint-thankers and their aspirants.

Somewhat cactus and craft-head on the sofa tackling the drawbacks, garnering raves and zeroes.

More alive for having lost the race.

Trying to awaken from the sleep of traffic in underdeveloped countries.

Soon with hope grouped together fine obstacles.

Another no.

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I’m a sucker for pummeling, bald-headed optimism. The raw, pursed lips of defiance in the face of the monolithic No, like a hacksaw through an ice age. The uncontested fact of safety in the midst of immediate danger. When I slack off into hard-core slush, petering out sorry-ass excuses for each new breath like I’m [...]

Tags: cells, defiance, echobelly, knocking, moaning, optimism, pummeling