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to fold queen size bed sheets.you left your reds hatin the back seat of the volvo.she wanted to have it cast in bronzeto be put on display next to your baby shoesand first buck on the t.v. in the den.but i knew you'd be backto eat a bowl of peanut butter bumpers,to jerk off to the lingerie adsin the j.c. penny catalog.i knew you'd be back.i knew you'd come back,to go back to schoolor get a job at the downtown library,the health food store,painting apartments for ray ritchie,or to work at the cigar kioskat kenwood mall.it's cool.just make sureyou get out of here by December.go to California. go to Hawaii.Cincinnati sucks in the winter,Songtexteyou know that like the bumpon the back of your neck.it sucks the leaves from the trees,and by the time the snow is melting,they always find four or fivebodies hanging by beltsfrom the train trestles,or in empty parking lotsslit wrists, turning what's leftof the snow into cherry slushy.i know,all beautiful placesare prone to natural disaster.but being swallowedby the earth in manilabeats a slow deathin the Midwest.last night i practiced holding my breath.my record is two minutes thirteen seconds.but that was in the swimming pool last summer.it's easier in water.just do the dead-man's-float.let your limbs drift.don't count in your head.ignore your pumping blood.focus on the quiet. Aus Songtexte Mania