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they
used to
call me
slammy
now I’m
known to be shouty
I smile over this
and drink tea
we recognize you
as that guy…
recognized
encoded to memory
according to
what action you perform
it is performance art
after all, right?
I smile like a fuse ignites
comes natural
I know what I like
and there are some
things I do very
consciously like…
asking you to
rephrase your question…
asking you
to go deeper…
demanding more…
my standards are
rising

the shovel
goes into
the stone earth

random conversations
flair up which
is the glory of
playing the game
being social
testing waters
and so on

who do you know?

oh we talked
about this and that
I love to see people happy
I have some
roadblocks
I’m fighting
I’m fighting
I claim I’m doing
alright
I know I’m burning
I’m dying the
candle’s death

a friend tells me the story
of a very special guitar
making its rounds
with a mystical ability
to restore the player…
if you take good care
of this guitar
you get to hold
onto it for awhile
it’ll help you write
an album
now it’s back in
his hands and
he smiles telling me the
tale
it’s sweet
it’s what I needed to hear today
I think there are many
ways to fall in love in the world
and many traps and snares