I do not take any calls except from the century we are in when there is no bible in my hotel room it makes me sad to have no place to put my filthy poems for future guests it is important to let them know everyone should burn with abandon as soon as the heat is available be a self-styled alarm clock no one can shut off be the storm Love places in someone's home are you sure we can handle this because I am absolutely certain c'mon wind knock us around we are a tide that cures ills look at us in the mirror as soon as the invented language enters us something else will vibrate in our skin opening door with teeth of the future to the place where we let the freer feeling go when you told me you had been looking for me we pressed through every invisible barrier between us I watched you gently let the gods know you are ready to win the lottery there were people from the 19th century alive in my lifetime many years ago I met some of them they are all gone now as we hold on to the side of one another howling down the velocity of seconds
Acclimating to Discomfort of the System Breaking Beneath Us by CAConrad
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