And sort of take it into my mouth and get done with it like an electronic beat, or the sanding of a gluelam.. her there smiling and smirking. Me looking for the the important that would blow over in the wind. A rich person and people and all the things we dreamed of, perhaps it was time for me to dream with her crashing into me with all her coughs and lips and walking outside to smoke cigarettes, and perhaps I was at a bottom of some sea. I would be bonkers not to bang and fallow. To the end of the earth. Let’s see where the magma happens. The magma, laying down next to you. To me.
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