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you flipped your four door sedan over the meridian

you flipped your four door sedan over the meridian

music that makes you SIT UP IN YOUR DOUBLE BED

with your favorite person inside i thought about glass

broken glass in an alleyway in the middle of the night

trampoline misguidance, into outer space, being extracted from the earth by imaginary tweezers by the collar of my shirt

"how do i tell you that you are the best part of my day?"

besides,

what you said, that made my red blood cell count higher, probably

safety

safety

safety

safety

safety

relief?

is it too predictable to say, you are why i love this song

this time, we were driving away from an art exhibit, there were teenagers dying in the art exhibit

which was funny and melodramatic

when we got there we saw bouncing replicas of hot air balloons

i was wearing headphones, i think it was the microphones

tape holding my sides together

they were wearing some scents some non-animal scents

hide their pheromones, distract some snouts

there were bouncy balls installed into the ceiling, facing away from us, but we could see through their clear plastic bubbles

plush alligators hopped on them

i went up the stairs and my ex girlfriend sent me a text message that said

"maureen i liked your hot air balloons"

and that was weird

"i think that some people would say i live in a world similar to that of a skill crane full of plush replicas of shamu and basketball cards of dennis rodman from 1995"

is your language my language? is your language my language?

is it really the same one?

is the function of a writer to produce a masterpiece?

Done