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2006-04-12
kafka's hallway


Rain codes index my isolation circle. Watch the receptionist disappear into the traffic lights. My black coat is patched with white noise. Beer is my last defense in secret motel lamplight. Talk radio pre-heats frozen dinner. Carpet is my covert information system.


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