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Patchwork yellow masked birds on a wire. Like blankets hold warmth, like static synopses and purple balloons. Sobering is the rain sometimes as it exhausts burning bushes. Raindrop gestures find unnecessary niches and click cliche perils at the butt of a gun. By shooting out suggestions to find old pollutions inside outside transfigure this pesticide to kill of the buy to stay simple. We'll grow a tree of thought and eat whats in the shade. We'll find the perfect spot and dream without sleep's aid. We'll collect it all. Destroy to create is what they tell me. And I wonder why we are crazy sometimes.
08 June 2005
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