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So here we are at Les Deux Magots

where people ‘spoke feverishly’ you tell me

as they drank their Pastis or their whiskey

or whatever was fashionable at the time and

they had great arguments about the nothingness

of Nothing. How existential they were. They were!

They were!


So then how much has changed? I mean really changed?

Surely not then did these dull and thick tourists inhabit

this place. Did not walk these tiled, tired floors.

I doubt it.

Did Simone piss for a price, or simply piss away the time

with Jean Paul, over nothing, expecting nothing,

nothing between them but air.

09/22/05 , Les Deux Magots, Paris , France

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