faceless fabric,
sucking on chicken wire legs,
like self righteous, sheepish leeches,
patronizing the dispersed central (us) america,
and liberating aliens,
escaping other planets;
places I'd tried to fall into
and out of
time.
"they're simple and fit well"
he said,
he felt,
strongly.
i felt nothing.
"i want the exotic raspberry,"
a hippie vegan booster juice trickery,
mainstream subculture,
selling to the dark.
"ridiculous"
he said,
he felt.
"yes, quite, very."
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