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Platform valley.  Bored.  Dogs on drugs.  Story arc.  Made of no expectations.  Not no future but no long term, nothing exceedingly dragged out and designed to wither.

Satellite dishes have gotten smaller.  Lies have gotten bigger and more audacious, our ability to digest them has developed.  We’re all trying to look 5.  The new cool thing is needing your parents forever.  The hardest thing to conceive is living directly.  Trying every approach.  Missing that taste.  Nostalgia for products.  The only landscape that doesn’t change is that created by the multinational brands.  The fields of Nestle.  A beautiful warm Kraft orange sky

Its a good idea to have a kid with a good deep tan in your band if you’re kinda punk so racists don’t start liking you.  Blowjobs are a great way to say “Now we’re friends”.  A bleak town on some days, just bland the rest.  Built with an eternal faith, a codependence with electric lights.

A skin on the surface of things, something you only notice when its not there.  Its a comfort, a thing you hold on to.  Its what’s keeping you from being infected, keeping the wind from blowing through you.  There’s a point of hunger, of fear, of desperation where you feel it.  Colors are more intense, heat and cold become all the more so, every degree detectable like each one is a word with a different meaning.

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