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An Address That Was to Skip Ahead of the Gallop of Its Own Sperm and Eggs and Wait for Itself in the Future: Letter to 2096  |
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And Third and Youngest Unnamed |
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Dance 'til the Record Skips Like Passengers Shift on Take Off |
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Forever, Like Anti-Oxidants (Listen to the Sound Our Cells Make) |
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Guitar Cabinet Stack Way High Is Freedom or Gravity Gives Us Rhythm |
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It Takes a Million Years to Become Diamonds So Let's Just Burn Like Coal Until the Sky's Black |
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Meet Me in the Space They Stare at Leaving Their Seat During a Show |
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Micah Gaugh Sings All Is All |
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O, When My Lady Comes |
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Orange Cone Made No Noise |
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Piles of Blinkers Slip for New Years |
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The 1st Our Lady of Burning Thorns |
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The 2nd Perpetuate the Beautiful |
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The Sky's the Ground, the Bombs Are Plants, and We're the Sun, Love |
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Today Is Totally Crashing and Stunned in Bright Light |
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We Write Threnodies, We Write With Explosions |
