12,643. CANNONBALL MY HOPES

CANNONBALL MY HOPES

I wasn't watching but I went

somewhere : The eye, always out,

looking for something. As with old

cloths on a new table, no one cared

and just kept on eating. The waiter

brought a tray. I knew what to say.

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Carbine to carabinieri, that's the

way it runs. Cookie crumbles on

painted lips; she's got crumbs but

it looks so good.

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Here's the ending, way early, lads ;

Let's go home to Sunnyland; read the

reference books for corpocalypse

madness, insensitive deviancy, and

split-level stark tendentiousness.

Hundreds can die of hunger; no

one blinks. 

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Cookies crumble on painted lips.

She's got crumbs but it looks so hip.

The more I think, the less I know.

That's the way it runs. I'll stay right

here, to go down with the ship.