WHERE AM I GOING?
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
It's a matchless flub in a time of war;
it's an endless camera with a ceaseless
eye. Nothing cannot be true or false?
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I'm pretty disturbed now, by all these
things: the matches that won't light,
the string at the end of the table, that
confusing aroma between cookies and
milk. Coffee a'lit on the stove.
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I haven't been home in 8 years. My
habits have become pretty hick. The
last book I read, five minutes back,
was Miles Davis' Autobiography.
It was NOT about his car.
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Let me see your last naked photo.
If you want we can make trading
cards and sell them as a set? I'm
not so sure about including gum.
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