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words slurred from an alcoholics point-of-view
a facade of the real and surreal world
a collision course reimbursed by monetary means
no one knows what anybody means
tell the truth but then the truth bleeds
escape from the face of a mountainous wreck
interject respect for the poetic intellect
recover the bothersome windsoaked mirage
a collage of paws left for dead in the garage...

...a comment on the collectables of proper peoples whos steeples remain staples in an adverse mind...