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What's that called?

I made a star out of stars, I made a future

out of email attachments.

I made bacon-wrapped,

bacon-faced bacon and they called me

a raincoat for sleeping in the walk

in closet.

I wrote letters to

all the presidents

who were dead

and waited outside in every season

but one for a sign.

I brought our country

and our country's ghosts

together on national

television in the middle

of the day, you were working

when we saw them all

crying at the end they realized

they had been dead the whole time.

and I saw America when it

was still underground as

shit. I am so independent

I am sewn together fossil fuel.

I am not making a statement

I am a statement, and it's not

like it's the same god

****

ed thing.

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Apr 17, 2013
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