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When all you've got is the walk

Why should you? Why should you have to interrupt the bounce bounce bounce indie post-indie stride because some car may want to turn ‘left’ onto some road you must apparently cross. Fuck them - why should he throw it all away after all this. All this consciously conscious progress down the pavement with you not caring, the shades in the gloom, the jeans that fit in a way that only one percent of the population are interested in and half of those understand.

This is the stage, the paving, walking into the distance, out of sight with out any compromise to practicality. This is all about who you are and nothing about almost anything there...is... and you’re in the middle of the road and nothing hits you - maybe becuase 'nothing' could be bothered, but most likely because it just fucking couldn't. You laugh at the lifeless body of that Green Cross Code Man you remember from school.

Is it shallow to put everything into your walk and nothing into your destination? Would this bloke fade into the shadows when he had to just 'stand'? I can't answer...I can't answer that..when will I, will I be famous...sorry lost it there...anyway....ah yes let me clumsily link on to the word 'shallow'.

But then twice in one week (maybe this shouldn't be a new paragraph, but fuck-it I'm a software engineer), with as much seriousness as anyone can ever really be bothered getting involved with in April, someone called me that word too: shallow. So I'm going to read a 'difficult' book in a public place because shallow people don't do that. I'll have my headphones on and noone will know I'm listening to Fleet Foxes eight months too late.
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