

Goover ChinaThe saturation point is flouted, echoes overflow in an empty cavity. Footsteps, heartbeats, ricochet. When you finish work, you go home, you sit,Goover China
and you sit, and you sit, and you sit. You sit.
And your legs are still weary.


Stare, Stomp. Relax.You cried, tears dry and papery. The cuts on your cheeks Wept scarlet.Stare, Stomp. Relax.
And I wept, As you wept. Less of a man But more human. You are not in the house.
Who's house? Ron's house.
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= i'm a rabbit in your headlights.
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It's all Monkey Magic to me anyway.
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It's all Monkey Magic to me anyway.
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It's all Monkey Magic to me anyway.
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It's all Monkey Magic to me anyway.
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Deviant Man
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