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If I lived inside of an aspirin
this is how it would feel. A goldenrod fluid came out of my ear this morning, and now a hand Is shaking a hand. I spent the meeting staring at his tie, eating a glazed donut, And thinking of hand ownership. I feel more inside my skull than ever before. I think we’d all agree that we have holes in ourselves and the best interest rates. There’s a tiny sucking sound and somewhere a sliding glass door opens. We are open For business!
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