Liking what I didn't like before.
The train smelling like mold
in the rain. How can they just
close up a whole side like that?
Not sure if we changed tracks yet
or not. Faith in the invisible.
Dream of a really old abandoned
pickup truck. And you are fixing
something, tools
are everywhere.
Throwing food at the barking
dogs. The food is not really food.
Blown-up air balloons resembling food.
Missed a lot, listening.
Missing what overlaps.
Flashes of colorwheels.
Lacking the status to appropriate.
How end times' ending ends. Lie
to me. Fighting the matriarchal
patriarchy.
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