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I found myself inside a box outside a box inside my skull

I fell out and broke myself inside myself outside my skull

And now the pieces rattle in the change jar with the words on tuesday

And I'm not thinking hollow thoughts inside this box with words on Tuesday



Because I left I found myself thinking dreary thoughts like lemon

I went to find a man who sat inside myself with top-hat lemon

If or if a sign it were and coins would drop like Laundromat

Tingle squaw, and blind yourself with white design and Laundromat



Russian Easter eggs and feel, kinetic heights potential power

Crushing forward green room drama inside a box potential power

Kamikaze cake sales and breaking gentle words on windows

Eating broken egg shells and walking forth to plunge through windows



Weren’t it grand and weren’t it thunder roaring bland and trash asunder

Never peek to see the noon, the noose the knock the room the bloom

Watch and wait and sleep it off carpet hates dorito fragments

Break yourself inside yourself into tiny gory fragments



I found myself inside myself eating simple words like Tuesday

I fell out and saw myself never lost in worlds like Tuesday

And now I’m eating broken egg shells doused in vodka outside Laundromat

The question is what will I be after washing worlds at Laundromat