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mars is warming up

maniac sunlight left my back like a masseuse suddenly cut down by gunfire
the freshly paved road confused the sky with it's superior blackness
our generation used to fuck just to keep from speaking
typewriter ribbons rippling in spiderwebs
saliva fell from popped balloons
kicking a beercan full of teeth 
android marathon postponed
streaks of bright red lightning ended the drunk horizon & all it's flags.