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Light From Any Source Is Light The naked bulb hangs slackly off the hotel ceiling casting a dim smoke clouded light upon the room. The small TV rails on, one commercial after another equaling recompense for those that must be paid. I'm alone as is usual, others I know are out chasing the mighty buck. I put in my time this week, in the slave factory of earning a living. Taking a puff off a cancer stick, I open up a cold one and contemplate the excitement of my day. I'd gotten up at 7:00 am, made the ritual morning coffee that last through the day… ate leftovers from the fridge from who knows how many days before? Threw together lunch of who knows what? God I'm in need of a cook! I pulled myself together and made it to work on time. My boring, repetitive, nothing of any interest, and yet it pays the bills and doesn't require anything much of me but time, job. And I've an abundance of that. And wow, here I am again, home, scrounging for food! TV on, good, leaning back in my chair, lifting my feet onto the table, having another cold one or two. Lighting my smoke, contemplating another new day gone away… |
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