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there I was w/ a 2-for-1 taco coupon there's trouble at my station. the electronic components are beginning to malfunction & sheep bleat sheep bleatblood on the concrete bones in the basement bowels in my belly gurgling & I'm gruntin' up all night punting insects from my gutbucket. I'll never eat at that restaurant again. I really need to look at myself in the mirror right now. there's never enough I haven't noticed yet. could I be blinking or frozen in space? I wrapped tortillas around my feet & called them "shoes." I picked up some loafers at the bakery. I locked my eyes in a metal toolbox & buried it near the statue of Ben Franklin in the park. the windows have cracked from the cold & there's snow on the furniture. kill the lights & make luck in the dark. make new babies with thick coats for the new snow world. that's what it's coming to. just this afternoon, I found a snowflake & its clone. I turned to tell the newspaper reporter, but the trees were falling down & everyone rushed to the edge of the glen & pretended to fall down & die. we were all standing in line, all right, when a man in a black moon suit appeared after midnight & handed out bracelets. we could sleep, at long last.
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