A real fool that gets paid to talk to strangers in the street.

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Monday, October 15, 2012

Jupiter.

I'm here, alive.
My heart has a mind of it's own.
I belong where the brains laugh.
I belong where people shake hands and let their bodies explode.
I belong on Jupiter.
I belong in cement on some sidewalk somewhere...
In Ireland
In Brooklyn
In Suffolk County,
In some playground in some suburb that doesn't exist,
with children that aren't born yet.
There's a house where the future lives.
There's a bookshelf that fits into my dreams.
I'm just a messiah with a million.

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