| The nerd entered my life with his conscience in a case & he read aloud his coded suicide note & I killed him with my tongue & I’d do it again & I wasn’t the only one & I’m not the only one | the redhead chokes on her smelly fingers & bites her teeth & wonders about the meaning of nature & sex & forgets about life while she smiles at her cardboard box & tries to eat it | Aristotle enters with no money in his pocket & boasts of his misfortune & runs away criticizing the revolutionaries with three crazy sentences | the birds on the wire try to reach the other side & fall out of the sky unexpectedly & their wings have been plucked off & smoke is all that’s left in the air & the smoky clouds read “goodbye” | a touch of peter is in the air & only I can feel it & only I know of the true hike & I walked and I crawled through the portage & almost fell into the warm little pond & something happened to peter that day & something might’ve happened to me | all these phones keep ringing & the ringtone is drilling into the fireman’s head & the fire burns up everything the architect worked for & so they went out for a beer & they would’ve cried but they’re men now | out of the granite & rubble a soldier appears & screams out in terror & the war ain’t over yet & I support him but I don’t know how & I wish we could all be friends & maybe I didn’t introduce myself right to all these people I never actually knew.|
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