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RE: POETRY | DAY 30 | Stop Making Sense
If we actually stop making sense, I wonder what this world would look like. But a lot of things would certainly make sense.
If we actually stop making sense, I wonder what this world would look like. But a lot of things would certainly make sense.
The sweet smell of irony. Which is what the title is really alluding to, given not much actually does make sense. Plus it was the title of a Talking Heads album which I really liked.