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I am somersaults and jelly rolls. half baked and deep fried. I am inserting my dreams between flanellete sheets and staying up well past my bed time.

Electro clash fantasies smash up against the morning sun. I am burn outs streaked along this one way street. I am an alternator that keeps starting even after we've lost the keys.

Theres too much excitement in my sock drawer. My book shelf sings and sings and sings. I am smashing through glass cieling to see the view from the roof. I am making mosaics out of the remains.