'...with a match that's clean and some gasoline, you won't see me anymore...'

'All that is solid melts into air, all this is holy profaned,
and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses
his real conditions of life and his relations with his kind.'

Despite the illustrious emancipated happiness
of the junk talking, 'I get a kick out of you.'

Luckily, the sternum and pelvis crackingI suffered
woke me up to something, I guess, slightly more
important, essentially what I am trying to say,
the severe breakage of bones showed me
the meaning of life and how I should go about
attaining supreme happiness

All this is solid melts into air
'plowing the dark' she half expected
to wake up next to her favorite
horror writer, but realistically she
still married to Burt Reynolds.

'this is a falsity...as in an untruthitude'

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