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On the way to
The Museum of Inner Light
Expect delays
Expect bumps in the road
Expect potholes and such
Expect a murder of crows
Rolling acorns over the rooftops
But what I want to know is who
Who eats a butterfly
On the way to
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You shouldn't look at my undies! I'm gonna kill you if you look at my undies again, you goddamn bastard! :)
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He was surrounded by bats and stalactites and skeletons greeted him and dead celebrities moaned and neon signs -- props from defunct game shows -- were hung up as far as the eye can see.
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From the vantage point of the worker's tent, emerging, she seemed even more slight and frail. Perhaps tiny beneath the busy windows of the gray and blue buildings behind my drain. The trash bin. The old streetlamp over her head. The…
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