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Conditions of Satisfaction October 9, 2009

Posted by The Typist in New Orleans, NOLA, The Narrative, Toulouse Street.
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“Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks!”
— Howl, by Allen Ginsberg

I sit at my beige desk inside my beige cube, hands poised and motionless over the keyboard, co-workers voices murmuring over the low carpeted modular walls, trying to write something called Conditions of Satisfaction, staring at that title on the blank page, paralyzed [Conditions of Satisfaction] a startled animal frozen in the cold glare of the monitor [Conditions of Satisfaction] wondering what is this crisis hurtling bright-eyed and howling toward me [Conditions of Satisfaction] and suddenly I understand why the windows do not open and the doors are secured with electric locks.



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