dusting the fringe of the screen with my hammer,
i matched my awoke later
everytime i go to the supermarket,
cannot eat out of add to cart,
cannot wait a week.
who paste the beatles to a desktop...
wet time for a dance soundtrack,
broke glass wonder's superstition.
a bump for bread and my own blood.
they said
you get paid when
we're all clearly less screwed.
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