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My breath -- young, healthy, and filled with smoke. Parent's stolen cigarettes liberating my insides. High in the trees.
Grey paint exterior masks explicit graffiti interior. Bad words, worse drawings, GG loves CC pressed hard
into the bare wood.
Slacking the string closed our shuttered windows
to the outside world. The portable TV, our only outlet -- through our tin foil antenna and the tiny black and white screen.
Musty sleeping bags left overnight on weekdays are


a serious case of escapismplanes trains and automobiles, the way the thought steals our vision and takes us all back. we're there now. riding down the tracks, clickity clack of the wheels on steel and the feelings we feel. the scent that's lent from the rusting stones and rustling bones of the graveyards we pass. mr. ticket taker back breaker making sure we're not riding for free just trying to see the country side. so we ride down towards the cliffs of dover hearing the riffs on the cd player, our favorite cd, on track three. the steeples out of the hills and the thrills of another country, another daya serious case of escapism
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"I think the world will end in black-and-white, like an old movie. Maybe as long as we have colors we can keep on going."
no no no no no.
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In the beginning there was a hum from a poet whose pulse fell drum-drum-drum...
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"I think the world will end in black-and-white, like an old movie. Maybe as long as we have colors we can keep on going."
no no no no no.
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