my vices are catching up to me
my bike tires are full of goat heads
walking along traffic jams bound
to a little red square and a white
paper tree burning leaves pop
music into yellow dollar tree
headphones bobbing bandana
skinny thighed chicken walker
full of david foster wallace and
cs lewis and xtx and french fries
she's on a—roll, oh my oh me
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