the fitful phosphorescence of my aching waking dreams
intrudes with sudden violence on your
speech.
a small pale lightning in the brain
buries your face in seething white.
your moving mouth is miles wide
and silent as the sky.
stupidity rhymes with lucidity.
i don't know why that came up.
it hums, neon and looming, in the cartoon bubble where your words should be.
WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?
the night fills my ears with ambulance wails and the top 40
and it's been one million years since you've made sense.















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Wir sind Begeisterten, mein Liebling
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so THAT's where all the cool kids are hanging out... *bombshells
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so THAT's where all the cool kids are hanging out... *bombshells
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'M.M'
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'M.M'
thanks for taking a look at my stuff!
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so THAT's where all the cool kids are hanging out... *bombshells
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'M.M'
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