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shadows move around me while i nap. they speak softly at first and progressively get louder of machines and the president of the united states and schedules and cleaning supplies. their mouths cough black smoke and their skin is sheet metal and atlantic magazine and all i want to do is be soft on my bed in sleep in dreams the color of a giant sea with slow motion trees at the bottom. instead i dream of a black ocean tide with traffic washing in with it. angry traffic. that smells like freezer fog. it is always like this. there is a large gap, here. great disasters unfold on neighborhood lawns. corpses unearthed at the blockparty underneath the dessert gellatin table. no more rosy gardens. birds looking upward before they jolt into the great fluttering explosion of departure. this is when i RUN AWAY from this with my stuffed catfish under my arm and buddy and i go down this particular gravel road with dumpy buildings made from clear broken glass and peeling white wood and catwalks and parts of old grain silos and whale bones. shiny chrome mill at the end of it against some giant cloud formations. the music in my ears says 'death was all around and not a single lonesome sigh' right when i see some man walking towards me in a gas mask and gardening gloves. and he is grasping a giant branch of yellow leaves. it is terrifying and my knees lock a little because they want to turn the other way, but at the same time i wonder about his gasmask and his secrets. when we are close enough there is a shuffling of feet and he waves and says something like 'obligitory mumble mumble' i can't understand for the mask; and he goes behind me and i go behind him, and even though it is scary beneath all of the sky and in between rusting monoliths i don't know why but i feel well again and want to say gimme a kiss baby to everyone i know or maybe just shake their hands
by The JavaScript Source
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