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nail gun.

we are all engines with flailing arms.

trapped in the car.

small talk.

she told him he was special.

can you hear me?

he had everything...

mortal.

speed.

words.

#autobiography.

Cracked eye vision.

everything

...always falling.

always running...

the box

envelop and enroll in the disconnection.