the post where memories grow like weeds in summer snow and firefly galaxies glow here we go, pulling up the curtains on the magic show heroes and ghosts
to pretend that this world was made for men. Every tree's pressed into money. Everything tastes the same. Everyone agrees and everything has a name.
Rainbows in Gasoline golden and green chemical sun setting like a hundred million chameleon clouds we are the dinosaurs now wearing freudian slips like
Though you can't intimidate the trees A snowman sweating in a terrible breeze Put on your new pants and move out to France All the skeletons in your closet
had survived. Sifting through debris of kindred machines Drifting through a graveyard of sunken cities. Aluminum and paper clips Refrigerator parts and microchips. Rudimentary robot boy A
