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I had a pair of jeans in the back seat of my car.

A history of knowledge in 35% cotton.

Tight 8’s with laces on the ends of the world.

Each dimension traced with false fiber.



Place me in the back seat with the parental locks.

I don’t want to get out and I never will.

Loud kisses bring loud perceptions.

Bring me to the troposphere and I’ll show you touch.



Uncertain destinies, certain demises.

Bet on the prize, underdog always gets sympathy.

What path is obtuse when everything is null?

Choose the in-between and lose reality.



Slide shows plot the universe

In a chronological order of disaster.

And maybe we can find the inevitable

Under the rubble of insanity.