Planes are late. Lines are long. Everybody's at the door waiting for a piece of your cake. Aren't you awake, are you awake yet? It's your day again. People move upstairs. Down to where the tension is, more sleep on waterbeds. In fire drills inside our names, everybody moves upstairs. Down to where the tension is, everybody sleeps on waterbeds through fire drills. There's a cеnterpiece at thе foot of the bed. There's a celebration that happens when you're dead. As the washboard band plays on, the city lights to life below..."FEAR OF CHANGE CAME FROM LOVE AND DOUBT. EVERYTHING I OWE WAS FORGOTTEN ABOUT."
( Daniel Striped Tiger )
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