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YEAH YEAH I WONDER WHERE YOU ARE YOU ARE THE ONE COLD BODY ON THE NET I AM TRYING TO NOT GET USED TO THE SILENCE ANY KIND OF KINDNESS SILENCE AS WE RIDE SLEEPY-EYED MILESTONES YOU WON’T CALL I WON’T FOLLOW THE ROCKS THAT FALL THE RIFTS THE CLIFFS IT WAS ALL SO PG-12 I HELD YOUR INNOCENCE LIKE THE FRUIT OF A WINTER CHERRY THIS IS DIFFICULT VERY UNDELETE EVERY EMAIL I DIDN’T PROPERLY READ THERE’S SOMETHING I FAIL TO SEE THAT’S CALLED FATE THAT IS A WAY TO NOT BE INTERESTED THE HEAVY HURT TO SAY THE WORD ACCEPT DEFEAT LET’S FILL OUR BODIES WITH DISEASE MUM CALLS MUM CALLS RING RING MUM CALLING TO WISH YOU LUCK BUT LATELY IT’S LIKE LUCK ISN’T ENOUGH SO WHAT’S UP I DON’T KNOW JUST STUFF HE TELLS ME LIKE HE’S THE ONLY ONE THAT’S GOT STUFF GOING LIKE I DON’T UNDERSTAND NOT KNOWING I DON’T SUFFER DOWN CLIMB CLOUDS BLOW SMOKE WHEN A CLOAK SWINGS DOWN IT SINKS LIKE A BRICK AND THE MIND PLAYS TRICKS BUT IT STICKS TO ITS STORY WHO GETS YOU UP IN THE MORNING MAKES YOU SORRY MAKES A VOW SOLEMN NOW WE LISP AND SLUR AND THE PICTURES BLUR YOUNG LOVERS A HIS AND A HER IN A WORLD AT WAR AND YEAH YEAH I STILL WONDER WHERE YOU ARE YOU ARE UNRESOLVED YOU ARE OUT OF SIGHT I SAW YOUR NAME WRITTEN IN WHITE BORDERED IN BLACK ALL YR GRAVES ARE OPEN GINSBERG WROTE THAT ON A PORTRAIT OF KEROUAC YOUR FACE A BLANK YOUR NAME LOST STRAIGHTAWAY STRAIGHT FACE GREAT DAYS WASN’T IT CAN I PUT MY CASE IN WASTING WAIT DON’T TELL ME YOU’VE GOT THE CLOAKROOM BLUES I’VE GOT THE CLOAKROOM BLUES THE WHAT-YOU-GONNA-DO’S WHEN IT ALL GETS TOO WHAT’S THE WORD WHEN YOUR MOMMA GO ALL YOU DO IS WAIT TABLES ABLE ALIEN WOMAN FROM A CITY I’VE NEVER HEARD OF IN A COUNTRY I CAN’T PLACE I CAN’T PLACE FACES ONES YOU SEE ONCE AND NEVER AGAIN ONCE YOU FEEL WANTED YOU MOVE AGAIN AWAY YOU SAY ALL PLACES ARE ALIKE AND ALL EARTH IS FIT FOR BURIAL FIT FOR BURYING SERIAL FEELINGS OF NOTHING MUCH THOSE FEELINGS PUSH THE SAME ANSWERS ALWAYS JUST STUFF STUFF YOUR STUFF YOU’RE ALL TALK CAN’T EVEN FILL THE STALLS IF YOUR BEST WORK’S BEHIND YOU WHY DO YOU GET THE SAME RUSH RUSH YOUR LINES LIKE MINDS AND I’M LIKE WHO’S NEXT CAN I HELP YOU CAN HOPE MY NAME IS AND YOU SPOKE AND IT JUST SO HAPPENED WE BOTH WERE CAINED CARVED IN OAK DO YOU FEEL MY PAIN DO YOU SMOKE MAYHAPS IN EACH TOKE I HOPE I CAN RELY ON YOU TO PROTECT MY CLOAK HERE’S WHAT SHE WROTE TA-RA AND TA WHEREVER YOU ARE I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY WITH HIM AND NOT WONDERING MY GOD MY LUCK I JUST DON’T TRUST MEN NOT TO MENTION MEN THAT CRY AYE AYE I WAS WORKING TODAY AT THE NATIONAL GALLERY AND I SMILED AT A MAN WHO LOOKED LIKE HUGH BONNEVILLE WAS IT HIM I’M NOT SURE I THINK IT WAS AND THE REASON I’M TELLING YOU THIS I DON’T KNOW I DON’T KNOW I DON’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE YOU HAPPY AND YOU DON’T KNOW YOU DON’T KNOW YOU DON’T KNOW WHO HUGH BONNEVILLE IS SO I PLUNDER MY PAST TRYING TO MAKE YOU LAUGH OR FIGURE THE LAST TIME WE SPOKE I MISSED WHAT YOU SAID YOUR VOICE BROKE AND THE LINE WENT YOU LOOK GOOD YOU’RE ALL MINE YOUR OWN MIND MADE OF SMOKE YOU WOULDN’T KNOW AND I WOULDN’T SAY NO SO NO NO NO NO NO NO TRAPS DONATELLO CLAP MY HEAD OFF BEFORE YOU GO OFF ON ONE ABOUT A LOW AND I GROW I KNOW STUFF I CAN’T REMEMBER I CALLED WHAT FOR HOT COALS STARVATION AND HEARTBREAK HOT COALS I’LL CALL YOU FIRST MATE HOT COALS IF I DON’T GO A HI-DI-HO SO GO YOU GALLANT FOOLS AND I’LL TAKE THE HEARTBREAK TO THE UNDERWORLD TO THE BASEMENT TO PAUL WESTERBERG YOUR BALLADS ARE MY FAVOURITE AND I PAY FOR IT NO PATRONS MAKE YOU I PAINT YOU PORTRAITS OF WAITERS CLEANERS PRISONER DREAMERS LEAVE US ALONE OR IN LOVE HELLO 31 I WANT YOU SO MUCH NOW YOU’RE GONE THERE’S NO PROOF YOU WERE HERE WE DISSOLVE IN OUR YOUTH DISAPPEAR INCONSOLE HIDE THE TRUTH DO YOU SEE A DECADE DO YOU SEE A DAY MADE UP OF LOOSE-CIGARETTE STARES PROMISES UNKEPT IN THE DEPTHS AND WHO CARES AT LAST CALL WHO YOU CHOOSE WHEN I’VE SEEN YOU MOVE THROUGH NEPAL INDIA GERMANY SPAIN YOU’RE NOT ANSWERING AGAIN THE CALL TO ENTERTAIN IN PLAYS A MAZE OF FEELING RAISED BY READING THE LETTERS WE SCATTER LIKE CONFETTI INITIALS OF A NAME BUT WHOSE WHO’S TO GATHER THE MATTERS THE LADDERS A CRANE OF LONGEVITY SEEKERS SAME OLD SAME OLD AGE AND WEAKNESS CLEAR THIS MIND I’LL BE NO CHARITY CASE SO LET’S BE KIND AS WE DISCOVER WE’RE SAD AND DUMB AND RUN THESE WATERS INTO ONE TO ONE TO THE BEST TO BECOME AND IF IT GETS TOO TOUGH YOU DON’T REMEMBER MY NAME READ MY NAME BADGE, DUMMY

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