this thick book
out the window is some stupid weed
the kind that smells like
sour peanut butter when you
smash the leaf up
the coffee shop
knew my name
and i don't know how i
feel (fuck, how do i feel)
about that, (about anything?)
but it probably means
they're not spitting in my
drink that i ordered and
rode around on
my bike with
and microphones
can't forget the microphones
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