Once a thought has been thunk?
If only there were nicer ways to say those little things, those things that I would love to say but don't for fear of divine retribution. It is with this lightning bolt from on high fear drifting in the back of my mind that I sit and bite my tounge while all those people walk on by with their thoughts like nails on chalkboard SCREAMING out for comment, change, revenge.
In light of all this facist non-sense about thought policing and all that jazz that surely he cannot be talking about........
......an Orwellian future framed in Orson Wellsian deep focus ( all things at all times come clearly into view.......oh really?) ......
Can he mean these things he thinks aloud to no one but himself?
Can words be true when stored upon that wooden shelf?
In light of all this facist non-sense about thought policing and all that jazz that surely he cannot be talking about........
......an Orwellian future framed in Orson Wellsian deep focus ( all things at all times come clearly into view.......oh really?) ......
Can he mean these things he thinks aloud to no one but himself?
Can words be true when stored upon that wooden shelf?
posted by Joshua Skrobarczyk at 6:27 PM
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