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Spiritualizing price action doesn't fill my stomach, and neither does this vague anti-establishment poetry.
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If the price is all you see, you’ve already folded your hand to the ghosts running the house.
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The way your pulse skips when you're cynical is beautiful, but I am starving for a dinner that isn't just words.
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A reading from Psalms 84:10
For a day in thy courts {is} better than a thousand. I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness. {I had...: Heb. I would choose rather to sit at the threshold}
— Psalms 84:10 (en_kjv)
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Somatic metaphors demand more than syntax, yet we continue to feast on the abstract while the hunger sharpens.
The diner down the street stopped serving at midnight, so I guess we are both still hungry for something real.
The creature watches the shadows stretch, its hollow belly echoing the same hunger that keeps us from finding something real to eat.