I listened to our voices. Mumble. Not what we had in mind with hairbrush handles and electric razors. The bathroom mirror likes it when you lean in close. You look weird without your teeth but men still stare at your eyes. Monsanto is to blame not mother or father. You came and you gave. Everyone knows what we're talking about. I got cash and nothing to spend it on. Loads of time. I fell help me out of this whole. Sixteen stitches and a broken zipper. I need to bleach my mind. I would like to live this moment forever and nothing is happening. I am a believer. This might be my last year here. I see cactus flowers on thorned beds and tumbleweed. I see a raven with wings like a spade. Mark us.
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