Helicopter clicks away, over the flat top building,
there is more life in the smoke from your fag
fuck you and your cigarette. The day is bright.
bright and clean and dusty, sharper lights and sounds
pointlessly clear acoustics.
there is more life in the smoke.
fuck you and your cigarette.
I feel like I am dipping in and out of wifi range,
playing that game on Google
with the dinosaur
jumping over the cactuses,
and then writing a long Facebook message
and then it won't send,
and then I'm jumping over cactuses.
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