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life, liberty and moving boxes. that came to me in a dream
over and over until i woke up repeating it


my open heart ache satellite has got a chameleon crew
and dresses up for its own holidays


who’s really in there i want to ask my low calorie diet plan
where ever it went, with the money and the french fries


not walking in snow people, Albuquerque address
to whom I am “resident” your paper is no good for airplanes


i am a man without a season. its wet, heavy, and dark,
like the inside of a vacuum cleaner in the boiler room of a steamer tug