grey days make me a different person. waking up in a hundred year old bed in a hundred year old house, i am a ghost of the future maybe. the needle in my record player skips and i wander around town in holey tennis shoes and smoke too many joints prawley. today i was in the grocery store and i thought i saw a produce label saying "coed pineapple
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