Ice chunks in the breeze
Drips cold like a current
I'm on a personal quest
I flew through a cuckoos nest
It needs a new name
Like a section of our interests
Remember the things you cared about five years ago
And how long ago that feeling crept and how all those things are far away and was just a thing
It happens a lot
Diced discussion in a chilled diner
Running off voltage
Like veins above
The wires wound tentatively
A string turns to web
I slept on a train
Froze to the seat arms glued to my cold ribs
I can't decide to welcome or to bother
Chop haus
A center of a burn circle
Walk away off a curb
Worth a weekend
Different positions open to possibility
People peep purple real messes intersect
Unopened objects waiting on line
Loosely determined to find fountains
Man made knowledge
Real virtual points of interest.
A dozen dumb decisions
We went west wheels right
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