Tuesday Radio and Television remonstrance

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With only one parent remaining I am losing touch with my hereditary. While she is blankly glued to another untruthful nostoppable monologue whenever I enter the room she feels a need to regurgitate this unnecessary diversion for my sanity. Then she chokes and I laugh because there is no stopping her TV dinner breath death. At a splutter of tension feeding back into what is already over I restrain against her forced process. This is not you and you just morphed in my father. Unreal to watch two parents vanish into transfixed hell brain sucked out of their noses while they fail to register me. Conversation? What is that? I never knew conversation which wasn't three way between television, you and I. What do we know of each other really? The truth I am finding is very lonely. Oh mother you are returning to the creator blind to the realities I so need to spread. Backwards I fly and arrive to spare you the need to maintain the false triumvirate.
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The radio, which I hear all day at work, creates tension in me which I want to fight or defeat through negations, as negotiation is impossible between those I hope will one day see and I who feel already see. Insanely it pours serially and repetitively daily, episodically, hourly, half hourly or in three radio mix/edit minutes and down to the banal fascination it has for tamper-proof music to defeat my struggle and deafen any self conscious reason. It is insane and there is no actual escape without interposing another lesser prison on my helpless ears. The dust that falls all around the filthy place is imprisoning my lungs while my mind seeks another release or gate out of this mutually decided fate. Is the human race so unconsciously sick?

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