75: Crow

[mondegreen2]

When I am seventeen I am looking down into the eyes of a remarkable person; not the one I wanted, not the one I noticed. Rather someone who presented himself and made himself present and made himself, by the end, irreplaceable. He smells like a wrong chance.

He has a girlfriend back home in New York, in Arcadia, in a Bob Mould song that has

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[hypnagogie]

Aw, man, just when I was over you.

[mondegreen2]

...Thanks?

[bombasticus]

Where did the Russians move the +1 button on this thing?