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de The Weakerthans

We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest. Shedding skin faster than skin can grow, and armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives: words, to meet and to define and to... but you must know the same games that we played in dirt, in dusty school yards has found a higher pitch and broader scale than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last, and one must bruise and one must fail. And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window, so we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole, and rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too.

The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether. Pushed towards tired forms of self immolation that seemed so original. I must, we must never stop watching the sky with our hands in our
pockets, stop peering in
windows when we know doors are shut. Stop yelling small
stories and bad jokes and
sorrows, and my voice will
scratch to yell many more, but before I spill the things
I mean to hide away, or gouge
my eyes with platitudes of
sentiment, I'll drown the
urge for permanence and
certainty; crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement.

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