{"id":961,"date":"2020-03-08T11:02:58","date_gmt":"2020-03-08T18:02:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/timhrklit.com\/?page_id=961"},"modified":"2020-03-08T11:02:58","modified_gmt":"2020-03-08T18:02:58","slug":"whispered-discussion","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/timhrklit.com\/?page_id=961","title":{"rendered":"WHISPERED DISCUSSION"},"content":{"rendered":"

No raised voices. No sobs of fury. Just whispered discussion.<\/p>\n

She locks the bathroom door. He sits in the leather chair by the light bulb, with his beer, cigarettes and ashtray. He listens to nothing.<\/p>\n

Ideas can be broken down, but an itemized analysis would be meaningless. Emotions are just particle heavy vapors swirling like a sluggish avalanche in the mix of memories.<\/p>\n

Future plans\u2014are you; am I\u2014forget about who was right and who was wrong. Just explain your aspirations.<\/p>\n

Outside are strangers. They’re always watching, waiting to maim the first to depart.<\/p>\n

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