listening to Michael Jackson.
I deserve these good times,
this good night with this little sunshine.
gray rain cloud from above
wants to swallow me whole.
stereo mouth spits out electronic parts of me,
transistors, electrodes, spaghetti time-bomb wires;
one red, blue, yellow, green.
my brain pulsates with the madness,
I'm going to wire my way into a new way, a new form.
but don't blame it on the boogie.
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