i leave myself
in a tree
thinking about the return trip from
some type of sand storm
and i like
to think about balloons
and whatever effect they have
on whoevers foreign economy (same effect as those butterflies
or whatever, right?)
and why the fuck
would i give a worry
to them
i don't think
i like opera
but i'm glad those
fat chicks
have something to contribute
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