my chest has pulled itself in and i have twelve hundred cocoons lining my stomach, lining? looking around at faces for the last time not smiling, not really praying just got a new upgraded job with a better book, in its packet something about interracialreconciliateafterlifeuphoria i paced wondered if i really deserve second winds the art show last week welcomed the drunk she meant to tie up the instructor for the rest of his life about potentials and children growing trust funds maybe a learning disablethelaziness she took us to dinner to celebrate the paint i had a beer with my steak in spite felt myself growing hitting up the numbers she was driving the murderous box all the way to north carolina what case used to call home cute, calling a city a state remember, you are heading north has become a cliche' my tires turn the globe southward spinning all those indian tears rolling down my face right. self sufficed

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