Patience, you ain't a friend of mine.
Numb arms, smoking ears, heavy chest.
Fingers too fast for the cellphone buttons, fingers too slow for the computer keyboard's buttons.
A mind too slow for dear Terry's ambivalences and contradictions, a mind too fast to put one and one together.
A heart open to idiosyncracies and inanities, a heart closed to the gut's reverberations.
Patience, you ain't a friend of mine.
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