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Back channels for my a.d.d., so I don't have to tune out the commercials, and actually have to think for 2 or 4 or 6 minutes, a human remote; and when she says "do anything to me, you need to do for you" I think to myself, be careful who you ask that of. I know the thoughts don't connect, semi-colon or not, but I'm pretty disconnected. Paris burns. That's hot. Conbush made baby Argentina cry. Brazil is big. Katherines Helmonds face. Claude Rains elan. My missing self, lost somewhere; I got close to finding it again, once, and then it fell into the clutches of the rough sleeper army, who made it a totem to the lost along the way, I waved to it as I laid prostrate in a shadow as it passed by in a shopping cart with golden wheels, that always roll true. Sick to my stomach from lack of voter registration and everyones apathy; everyone except the loud wrong factions that is, and I don't care myself, agitate all you want, the deeds and the names on them, remain the same, and you're wrong anyway, but we'll forget it if you sign this and initial that and ask Jesus for forgiveness and never speak again. If you ever loved, then raise your head and hold it, you are forever, if only (for) a moment in time. Goosebumps; scratches in the dark; neverending day; neverending night; never ending; run me down, so I can feel the freedom, of the pain beyond pain. Stage shows for staged shows with inner ear prompts from the producers, who get the word from monkeys with yes or no buttons connected to machines that pellet out their drug of choice, for your smile or frown from five seconds ago; this is our history, now; our anti-history, winding down story; we're walking into the ocean with weighted belts; back home. Now I take my hands in my face, close my eyes and press, to see the grid between dimensions behind my lids, and wonder how I'll ever be free of the lines. My second song, sounds of the first, and doesn't move you half as much; this is the inertia of our unstoppable momentum; till death do we die.