IN/Casino/Out

 

bend the metal. my glory-box has failed.  We’re rockin’ in our reclinin’ chairs.

Drive away, that car, that brought us all this harm.  Those are the pieces of my story line.

I’m all alone so far up here.  And my oxygen’s all gone.

TRULY STRESSING.  REALIZATION.  I WISH I WAS AN ASTRONAUT.

….stained glass sunday school charade.

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