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Ain't Love Grand

Shout the scales back to me in McQueen fish tales.
The wanderlust mousecapade, absence is the enemy
Tilt the head that way, pardon my html but is that a lie
Or love lacking discipline?
Cut the attention seekers stepping in and out of my frame
There lives a tiny weatherman in everyone
Days fold, foldless, oh happy non-dimension. Oh papery light
The rain forest burns backstage to all the headlines.
Somewhere there is wood that can't be refuted
Anywhere on the news I touch the dismemberment of trees.
Alexander, give me my scissors and rebuke the robot angels
Hang the lazy beauticians. Remove logic from beauty if you will.
No more! Get the fuck away, ignorance, that which keeps
Un-holy mattress stores lit up at night!

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