what should I write about? (inspiration)

Your chalkline cubism, your cigarette ash soufflé, your dogshit consommé, your Miles Davis sneezes, the classical car horn cacophony, that’s what I listen for; like chewing gum wrappers plugging leaks in a dam, it rescues blind billions--it’s that black sheep glam. The opposite of wisdom is also wisdom; the rubbish tin glimmers if the lighting is right; the underground rails will take us from the night.

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