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| Lieutenant Grendel got no legs |
Metallic, but not coppery or ferrous like blood Like the sensation of touching the tip of your tongue to a 9 volt battery to the tune of imaginary cicadas buzzing in their million hordes (is there life_on_mars ?) Older now than my father when he died Nowadays I can mostly keep a sense of humor even while entropy devours me at an accelerating pace Mostly But sometimes that claustrophobic sensation kicks in like waking up to that freezing shallow grave just off the highway halfway to Prescott Like the Blow Monkeys once sang: "I'd like to think that I was just myself again"...but therein lies the problem. I always have been |
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