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I'm constantly living out of a car door window. Heading to dinner but never satisfied when I eat.   Always hungering for the next road:                              The seasoning of the lights,      The peppering of the people. The beast within always growling   Telling me       I'm       hungry   Brighter bulbs to hide from   More people to not talk to   More monuments to never visit           even when I live          10 minutes away. But the beast doesn't feed on the lights,                                       people,     streets,                         noise, stars, cars and manicured yards,          Trees, leaves, and jingling keys,                   Gravel roads, throaty toads,                              Big red barns and a river's flow.                                                                    It feeds on the want.                                                                              The need.                                                                      The desire to bleed.                                The car radio and willingness for the **** I put myself through. Obese with the metropolis electricity, Preparing to consume the next one:    [St. Louis]    [Chicago]    [Manhattan]    [LA]    Paris    Rome    Tokyo Staring into the reflection of the dead eyes of the person it once inhabited The hunger smiles in the window. Running away is fun [Disappearing] is easy (It's part of the history,) but it's never filling. Bigger city                             More people Brighter lights                                                                              Over and over                                                                             Fatter and fatter                                                                        Emptier and emptier                                                                  Sugar cane in a child's diet                                                           False calories in the form of "homes" Trapped in a little car, The driver belting Hallelujah.
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
On My Way To Missouri
I'm constantly living out of a car door window. Heading to dinner but never satisfied when I eat.   Always hungering for the next road:                              The seasoning of the lights,      The peppering of the people. The beast within always growling   Telling me       I'm       hungry   Brighter bulbs to hide from   More people to not talk to   More monuments to never visit           even when I live          10 minutes away. But the beast doesn't feed on the lights,                                       people,     streets,                         noise, stars, cars and manicured yards,          Trees, leaves, and jingling keys,                   Gravel roads, throaty toads,                              Big red barns and a river's flow.                                                                    It feeds on the want.                                                                              The need.                                                                      The desire to bleed.                                The car radio and willingness for the **** I put myself through. Obese with the metropolis electricity, Preparing to consume the next one:    [St. Louis]    [Chicago]    [Manhattan]    [LA]    Paris    Rome    Tokyo Staring into the reflection of the dead eyes of the person it once inhabited The hunger smiles in the window. Running away is fun [Disappearing] is easy (It's part of the history,) but it's never filling. Bigger city                             More people Brighter lights                                                                              Over and over                                                                             Fatter and fatter                                                                        Emptier and emptier                                                                  Sugar cane in a child's diet                                                           False calories in the form of "homes" Trapped in a little car, The driver belting Hallelujah.
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
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