The Empty UrgeTodd WootenJul 16, 20231 min readUpdated: Jul 19, 2023Rated 0 out of 5 stars.No ratings yetstomp the brakes, I hear singingfrom grocery aisles where packaged razors hangstumped cashier swiping blades and beetsboth stain the hands like fingerpaintsI am calculating when I cutI take it slow, I do not rushjoy is in the journey, no?sweet control, I do not carveI etch my mark, sharp pleasurewith my brown eyes closed, electric sparkstrickle down the lightning rodartist signature inscribed on a hollow reedperk? quirk? I roll up my sleevesprivate viewing of my handiworktailored corduroy, grooved like a recordsymphonies broadcast in stylus designsan aficionado's repertoire to playI have personality, is it borderline?won't you celebrate? as I shareto the crowd - no last names - anonymitya matter of degrees, slash awaycan I pass your quizzes and exams?take my knives, hand me my cap and gownthe red confetti flies
stomp the brakes, I hear singingfrom grocery aisles where packaged razors hangstumped cashier swiping blades and beetsboth stain the hands like fingerpaintsI am calculating when I cutI take it slow, I do not rushjoy is in the journey, no?sweet control, I do not carveI etch my mark, sharp pleasurewith my brown eyes closed, electric sparkstrickle down the lightning rodartist signature inscribed on a hollow reedperk? quirk? I roll up my sleevesprivate viewing of my handiworktailored corduroy, grooved like a recordsymphonies broadcast in stylus designsan aficionado's repertoire to playI have personality, is it borderline?won't you celebrate? as I shareto the crowd - no last names - anonymitya matter of degrees, slash awaycan I pass your quizzes and exams?take my knives, hand me my cap and gownthe red confetti flies
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