strange rope falling from a ripe sky immensities of tangled wirehair sponge caught in brainnet radio squeezing sounds like molten through pourus eye sockets struggled to understand stood as tall as can against bottlerockets a feeling of wanting a pipe overhead of being few a hushedness and fewer of flowering optical going blinded by code some dare get physical foreign languages others on picnic benches fooling night children still others sit stunned watching images of glass slide by amidst profane blue screens sliding into a ne'er eternity of stunted voices calling out collisions what's the occasion don't you know it is it is public service announcement
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