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Mind if I rattle your cage?

spun around thrice, reeling the time clock changed overnight curvy road, thunderstorm, accelerator stuck at 130 feeling the full force of niagra falls pushing against a pinhole coming to terms with going beyond where you can see it for what it is.

Nothing Personal

I am in a hotel room, new but already dated, beige shag and heavy Medterranean woodwork. There are people talking in the adjacent room. I can hear them through the wall but can’t make out what they’re saying. I listen closely and begin to catch occasional words. “Water works.” “The car is waiting.” “Not to