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I am teething on a future as thick as a Goodyear I hold on as it spins and burns out creating smoke and mirror finish I make much ado about moving in place I listen to the static on the stack of TVs in the back of a Goodwill Turn your ears to the proper channel and you’ll hear the whispers tucked under lo-def signal Your eyes will adjust to the fuzz
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
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I am teething on a future as thick as a Goodyear I hold on as it spins and burns out creating smoke and mirror finish I make much ado about moving in place I listen to the static on the stack of TVs in the back of a Goodwill Turn your ears to the proper channel and you’ll hear the whispers tucked under lo-def signal Your eyes will adjust to the fuzz
First published in the short-lived Responder Mag, http://www.therespondermag.com/
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
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