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Sep 2014
I hear things,
strange noises buzzing,
they sound like
strange transmissions,
some secret code,
tap, tap, tapping in my head.
It seems to be at its worst
near electronic appliances,
especially in the morning.

The toaster spoke to me in static,
it offered me a slice of toast
& the fridge broke out
a tall glass of orange juice.
I swear, I am surrounded
by alien hospitality.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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