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[NowhereMan]

Moisture was in the air again. Lampposts were shining bright. I ignited the eye brows of my solitude. 



Was this really the way the cookie crumbles? Or was it all just a nightmare of teenage love?

The brightest pole is the brightest enigma. You know what I mean?

The birthday of soul. The soul's man's blues. You choose.



The factory is making candles again. The ones that smell like peaches. I am alarmed when the Yoda said, "Beguiled is my worst. Best of my abilities. Do you feel like changing the spirit of the clash? The wardrobe of my knees and pain?"

I looked at him in the eyes and said, "How do you do it?" I questioned him with sincerity.

He replied, "Nobody knows how to do it, only I have the answers of my depth. All you get is the wisdom of my word."

Then I left and headed towards to the moonshine bar. There I saw her. The girl of my dreams. Betsy Ross. 



Then there was delight. And then I looked at the exit. There was what seemed to be a pool of blood coming through the ground opening beneath the door. 

What happened? 



And then I woke up. It was all a dream.

I looked next to me, and my beautiful girlfriend slept on her side. 



And then I asked her, "How do you do?" and she picked up her banana and replied, "The Donkey Kong way."

And I thought to myself, 'who worships in the morning dew, not you?' But I didn't say it out loud. Instead I said, "Mourning is my keeper. Build me up, buttercup."

Then I turned on the stereo and played my favorite song....