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| Stoned, drunk, and cold we didn't know the world was ending. Our senses blunt and dim. We didn't know that we were dying. So we kept walking, talking shit. We thought the sun was rising, we thought we heard guitar. Chapped lips. Numb Fingers. We may have smelled the storm. Someone said they were hungry. I said my teeth hurt. We didn't talk for hours. Alarms were going off. Cars waking up late. Maybe trees have cancer. I saw a poplar smoking a Parliament. We couldn't decide if rocks had DNA. We put one in our pocket and saved it for a scientist. One of us had a funny idea. We were all thinking funny. Started making animal noises. We hooted and howled for hours. Animal noises started making us. We prowled and pounced for hours. The rain was finally falling. We screamed and cried down on our knees. Somebody. Somewhere. Were they seeing this? We were sure the water was falling off of us up into the sky. We were slowly becoming seventy, sixty, fifty percent water. We were shrinking in size. The sun was not rising. We never heard guitar. Our senses blunt and dim. We stopped walking, talking shit. They found a couple skeletons. Knuckle bones locked within knuckle bones. Pack of Parliaments and a stone in some back pockets. |
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