02.15.2003

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concentrating solid         on that             
         centrifuge
     think like falling ice       cracks glass
     run around the              gummy bears
     dance around the         toilet seat
  covering me with muddy rubber calk
         maybe she meant the white one?
         maybe i'm never quite sure
    maybe she meant the blue
         to cover the sheets in dye
     stark, her flaccid face   twittering
     mail this to      Taiwan
     there's someone there,
                                waiting

  subtle hint of      jasmine
     underwear, whose underwear?
     woke up like this,        maybe she meant
     umbilical, a piece o' chord
             chase down the       lick 'em aid
             all caught on tape               only
             she didn't deliver the     laundry

     "in school today the teacher said that if we 
      really want to get ahead we've got to start
      taking chances so I bought this lottery tick
      et on the way home and it got stuck in my 
      pocket and my hair caught on fire and I th
      ink the teacher is a lying bitch."

  she couldn't         deliver
          the required            atmosphere
          627 people died, left alone     on the moon
          among them her only son.

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