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well it happens to you, too, sometimes. she is here, she is somewhere else. you dont need to convince anybody, but... well you can't help trying. hold onto the morning light flooded the room and yr hearts and yr eyes. hold onto hot rain in yr toes as the city steamed sympathetically around you, and lashed silt up onto the tops of yr feet as an offering. it was nothing if not true. the diamond that cut you, the diamond whose planes beamed/emprismed you beyond yrself. |
CD: ATTENTION SHOPPERS
Label: Strongarm Records
Credits: Written by Dennis Reed and Middleman |
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the escalators just stopped. we didnt know where to go. should we go up? should we go down? it is easier to go down, but i think we were going up. after a few minutes im sure i dont remember. someone just stole my bags. the music stopped at the same time as the air conditioning. it is instantly hot. the plants are drooping, crying. two seeing-eye dogs are sniffing each other in front of the bookstore. |
CD: ATTENTION SHOPPERS
Label: Strongarm Records
Credits: Dennis Reed and Middleman |
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thunder in a tattered, piss yellow hall; a hall choked with summer sweat and festooned with snowy cottonwood; a hall sticking crookedly on the top of the stairs-- the head of some male insect whose lover has just gnawed most of its head off. |
CD: ATTENTION SHOPPERS
Label: Strongarm Records
Credits: Dennis Reed and Middleman |
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